
almaranthine
Wizard
- Nov 28, 2019
- 615
I quit my old job about two months ago, and one day when I stopped by to do some shopping, I guy I'd worked with stopped to talk to me. He asked me how I was doing and was really the only person who cared enough to inquire and wish me well. I'd worked at this place almost 3 years. He asked me if I'd want to get a drink with him sometime or smoke. I was inherently turned off by this invitation because I don't like bars and I don't do drugs anymore, and besides the objective of hanging out would inevitably be to have sex with me and... I didn't think I could bear that.
No fault of his, I know most people are emotionally and mentally fine with having casual sex, but based on my personal history, being raped, being sexually abused in a past relationship, I just don't have that viewpoint. For me, even if someone is decent, is careful not to hurt me, finds me attractive enough to play with, it isn't enjoyable to me, and even if I'm distracted enough in the moment to go along with it and act normal, the aftermath for me is devastating. I think the only instance where I could be okay, where I could feel safe enough to be comfortable, is if I was with someone that loved me, but I've concluded that based on the way my life has derailed and dragged on and the fact no one *has* ever loved me, that this is not a possible outcome for me.
Regardless, after being heartbroken and lonely for so long, having not had even the most casual basic sexual interaction with anyone in almost two years, years and years since I'd had any meaningful intimacy, I decided to follow up with this man. I thought it would at least feel nice to be wanted, even if i was just the medium used to fulfill an objective carnal need. It was okay in the moment, not great, but at least my mind was in a tolerable place and I wasn't internally breaking down or anything. I was mentally present and was able to be receptive. But after he drove me home, and I stepped into my driveway, and I'd been forced to come to terms with what I really committed, I felt complete desolation overcome me. I realized later, shaking and silently crying that there is no relent for me, I'm genuinely damaged and it's irreconcilable. I have to find the strength to end my suffering successfully. I'm sitting here, concerned I could have gotten pregnant, and aware that unprotected sex with this person was extremely risky. I'll be forced to drop the cash for plan b, and if I had any intention of continuing my life, I would go to a clinic for testing. Instead, I'm going to attempt to figure out the logistics of a drop hang from my attic, down to the garage. I've never had any luck figuring out partial suspension or getting the "night night" method to work.
No fault of his, I know most people are emotionally and mentally fine with having casual sex, but based on my personal history, being raped, being sexually abused in a past relationship, I just don't have that viewpoint. For me, even if someone is decent, is careful not to hurt me, finds me attractive enough to play with, it isn't enjoyable to me, and even if I'm distracted enough in the moment to go along with it and act normal, the aftermath for me is devastating. I think the only instance where I could be okay, where I could feel safe enough to be comfortable, is if I was with someone that loved me, but I've concluded that based on the way my life has derailed and dragged on and the fact no one *has* ever loved me, that this is not a possible outcome for me.
Regardless, after being heartbroken and lonely for so long, having not had even the most casual basic sexual interaction with anyone in almost two years, years and years since I'd had any meaningful intimacy, I decided to follow up with this man. I thought it would at least feel nice to be wanted, even if i was just the medium used to fulfill an objective carnal need. It was okay in the moment, not great, but at least my mind was in a tolerable place and I wasn't internally breaking down or anything. I was mentally present and was able to be receptive. But after he drove me home, and I stepped into my driveway, and I'd been forced to come to terms with what I really committed, I felt complete desolation overcome me. I realized later, shaking and silently crying that there is no relent for me, I'm genuinely damaged and it's irreconcilable. I have to find the strength to end my suffering successfully. I'm sitting here, concerned I could have gotten pregnant, and aware that unprotected sex with this person was extremely risky. I'll be forced to drop the cash for plan b, and if I had any intention of continuing my life, I would go to a clinic for testing. Instead, I'm going to attempt to figure out the logistics of a drop hang from my attic, down to the garage. I've never had any luck figuring out partial suspension or getting the "night night" method to work.