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The Rape of Men: A Discussion

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I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. Was banned not long ago for a while for making condescending remarks towards a male gaffer who claimed to be raped by a woman while he was drunk. I found it hard to comprehend because for me personally if I don't want to have sex then it's not going to happen: A girl can grind or do oral on me as much as she wants if my mind says no then I'll just stay limp.. And when I'm drunk I even have trouble getting it up if I do want it. But I guess it's diferent for everybody, I've learned that now

I've never had anything happen to me, but I know that I've gotten "aroused" from stuff like accidentally hitting myself in the junk with a stick before.

For clarity I hate pain and am absolutely not a masochist, but my body seems to think it's a good reason to raise the flagpole if something hits it.
 
I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. Was banned not long ago for a while for making condescending remarks towards a male gaffer who claimed to be raped by a woman while he was drunk. I found it hard to comprehend because for me personally if I don't want to have sex then it's not going to happen: A girl can grind or do oral on me as much as she wants if my mind says no then I'll just stay limp.. And when I'm drunk I even have trouble getting it up if I do want it. But I guess it's diferent for everybody, I've learned that now

I can't fault you for that viewpoint. Sexual assault or rape against a male is confusing. Society has moved forward on some gender roles but they stay behind on others. I think we will get there eventually.
 
This is where the "Sexual Assault" term is very useful - neither of you was raped (thankfully) - but that doesn't make what happened to either of you remotely ok. Not all sexual assault is rape, but that doesn't mean that it isn't horrible, terrible stuff.

Am I missing something? The story you quoted damn sure sounds like rape to me.
 
I've never had anything happen to me, but I know that I've gotten "aroused" from stuff like accidentally hitting myself in the junk with a stick before.

For clarity I hate pain and am absolutely not a masochist, but my body seems to think it's a good reason to raise the flagpole if something hits it.

I do believe there's a well known saying of 'It has a mind of it's own.'
 
I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. Was banned not long ago for a while for making condescending remarks towards a male gaffer who claimed to be raped by a woman while he was drunk. I found it hard to comprehend because for me personally if I don't want to have sex then it's not going to happen: A girl can grind or do oral on me as much as she wants if my mind says no then I'll just stay limp.. And when I'm drunk I even have trouble getting it up if I do want it. But I guess it's diferent for everybody, I've learned that now

Even if you don't get an erection, you still can be raped. The woman can still use your flaccid/semi-erect penis and insert it, or she can force her mouth on your dick, or jack you off, or she can use your body in other ways that doesn't involve the penis. It doesn't have to involve penetration either, but sadly, by most laws' definition it does.
 
i was abused by a dude that was like 20 when I was about 6 y/o. It wasn't rape in the traditional way, he was "just teaching me what i'd be doing to girls when i like them".... aka french kiss.

Undoubtedly that had some effect... because it was too hard for me to kiss a girl i liked when we were going out together. I initially didn't realize that probably it was somewhere in my subconscious brain
 
Another one:
I'll keep it short and simple. When I was 6, I remember waking up to see my Uncle at the end of my bed, removing the duvet from over his head, he had his hand under the cover. I was scared and didn't know what to do. He saw that I was awake and told me to be quiet but I instead just screamed out, I didn't know what to do. What happened next was so fast, but I do remember my dad throwing my uncle out of the house and him telling me to try and get some sleep.

I couldn't sleep at all that night, I was scared that my uncle would sneak in to the house and try to touch me again. Whilst I didn't know what exactly my uncle was doing, I knew it was something bad. It wasn't until I was older that I properly understood what happened that night.

However, it's not the first time I had such an experience. In 2011, I lost a very close friend of mine to cancer. And in 2012, I had lost my boyfriend in a car accident. It was the worst few years of my life. During that time, I had a close friend who helped me for a short while until he had to move back to Ireland with his family. The following year, I met up with him again. It went alright at first. I had work that day and was meeting him beforehand.

As I was leaving to go to work he was following me (although I didn't realise immediately) and when I got to the alleyway that was a shortcut to my work I felt him grab me, force me up against the wall and he unbuckled my belt and started grabbing my penis. He was much larger than me and had more muscle so I was able to break free. I won't go into full details since it's still uncomfortable to talk about. But it was the second rape against me in my life. I was able to break free and run away, somehow he was unable to catch up to me.

Both events have left their mark on me. It's made me a bit distrusting of people and has made my social anxiety much worse. Not that I'm accusing everyone of being rapists, that's a horrible generalisation to make, it's that I've become less trusting in people. If that makes sense.
 
Another one:
So umm, i don't know if this count as rape or not, but it's definitely a sexual assault.

It's happen during my college year, around 2006. Near my living place, there's a mosque (yeah, i'm a muslim). There's a guy who live there, taking care of mosque, patrolling the neighbourhood, reminding someone not to get drunk. Basically, all around good guy at first glance. Let's call him Mr. M

I usually come to the mosque, hanging around, talking with my friend who join the organization. He was there, and he usually pretty cummy to everyone.

Once, i was tasked by my friend in magazine to interview him to use as one of the feature in our magazine since he is quite famous (I was a writer in my uni). So i interview him. We talk about his activity, about all the good thing, about him doing his job to keep the place free.

After the interview done, a security guard come to me, and tell me to be careful and don't be alone with him at dark room. At the time, i didn't really understand what he mean by that.

So, later on,maybe a week or two, i was coming home late from campus activity. I come to the mosque to pray, and i meet him, Mr. M.

So, we talk a bit, and he comment about my glasses (thick glasses). Saying that he know a good massage technique to help my eye getting better.

I accept his offer. Nothing wrong with a massage after all. So first, he start on my shoulder, arm. It was okay. Then he start going down into my groin area.

I was baffled, panic. I try to push him, but he said, it's okay, okay.
He make me lie down, while he keep massaging my penis. He sit above me and probably spitting on me or something. I don't know. I was closing my eye at the moment. I cannot open my eye, my mind cannot process the whole thing. I feel something wet on my eye. I feel sick. He keep doing it until i ejaculate in my pants. it was embarassing.

After that, he ask me if my eye getting better. I ask him why he did that to me. He said that it's all in good intention, and that i shouldn't be thinking dirty when he massage me. I get away from that place, and take a long shower.

I feel dirty.

I told the story to my parent and friend, though i only told them that he suddenly grab my dick. I never told him that he massage me a long time till i ejaculate.

Sometime, i still meet him at street. Sometime i wonder if i should report it. But i have no proof, and i don't the the cops or any other authorities going to listen to me anyway.

Been thinking of punching him or expose his act to a guy of him if i ever meet him again. Fuck, maybe i should punch him. Probably going to close that chapter in my life. I probably won't need to feel shitty about it if i punch him.
 
Another one:
I was 19 at the time, and attending a top 5 university, all of which have rather small colleges so socially most people were at most 2 or 3 degrees of separation away from each other. It was my second year of college so I was just beginning to work through my issues with having been abused physically and emotionally, but never sexually, for most of my life up to entering into the university, and as a part of this I was trying to open up to more people about my thoughts and feelings. The person I probably shared the most with was a girl that had just begun attending that year.

That girl was really into me I guess, I couldn't really acknowledge it at the time as I had no self esteem and had just begun loosing a large amount of weight, but in retrospect it is painfully obvious. One night while I was in one of my friend's room she barged in and started babbling. Everyone in the room was pretty freaked out and we had no idea what to do. After a few minutes she walked over to me and stuck her had down my pants. I kept on removing it and telling her no, but she would just continue rubbing me. She was my friend and I really had no idea how to resolve the situation without upsetting her. Every time I would take her hand out she would shove the other one back in. I had never been touched even somewhat sexually before, I wouldn't so much as kiss a girl for another year and a half, and I felt horrible. No one in the room moved or did anything to help, except for one of my friends who simply turned his chair around and refused to look. I have no idea how long it lasted but after a while she decided she needed to pee, told me not to move and left. I ran up to the door and locked it. Still no one in the room said anything.

She returned a few minutes later banged on the door for a while, and then screamed at me. I can't for the life of me remember what she said, but I was terrified. Eventually she fell asleep on the door, I guess she must have just sat down in front of it or something. I was able to extricate myself from the situation, and the next day I thought I could talk to her about what happened.

This is where the story takes a bit of a turn and is less about my experience being molested, so I totally understand if you don't want to include this bit. When I tried to speak to her the next day she wouldn't talk to me at all. I went to be around some of my friends for a while not really sure what was going on. I can't remember when I noticed, but people started treating me different some time after. It was probably just a few days before I began to hear rumors about the girl who molested me's friend. This other girl had begun telling people that I had raped her, Well actually it's a bit more complicated as I understood later that there were a number of different stories with the rape one being the final one she came up with. Apparently the girl that molested me was so upset that I wasn't okay with her advances that she convinced her friend, that I had never so much as touched, to make up these stories.

In a school as small as mine word travels fast, or at least that's how I saw it. I don't know how many people actually heard the rumor, but it was enough that I began to be paranoid that everyone I was meeting had been told that I was some rapist. In the meanwhile, none of my friends, even the ones who had been in the room with me, told anyone about the fact that I had been assaulted. No one wanted to rock the boat and start trouble with this girl and her friends. I started going through a really dark time. I couldn't talk to new people, I was afraid that they thought I was a rapist, meanwhile many of my friends stopped talking to me. They didn't want to hang out with someone who was upset. My best friend also completely stopped talking to me out of the blue. Two years later she would tell me that she was depressed and her therapist didn't think it was wise for her to talk to someone as sad and upsetting as I was.

I pretty much didn't really interact with many people for the rest of my college career. It took me around a year and a half to get enough over the whole thing to really talk to new people, and by that time I was close enough to finishing to not want to make real relationships.

In the end what was almost certainly worse for me than the event itself was the social effects it had on my life. I went from being a fairly popular and well liked guy to having very few friends.I still have problems talking to women, though I was by no means smooth before. Additionally, I haven't actually been able to orgasm since the event. I can finish sexually, and my body does expel fluid, but I have no emotional or physical sensation from the act itself.
 
Another one:
I don't fully remember what happened, but when I was about 9 years old my dad left me with the son of one his girlfriends a couple of times while they went on dates. He was a few years older than me, maybe 14-16, and he would show me movies I wasn't quite ready for (I remember being terrified by Terminator 2), play video games with me and make me sundaes with melted chocolate (a detail I for some reason fixate on when I look back on the whole ordeal). He had this huge box full of floppy discs, most of them containing games, which he showed me first, some containing pornographic pictures, which he showed me later. I had no idea what they were and wasn't really interested in them. He would sit next to me on his bed and masturbate. This is where my memory goes fuzzy. I can't say with absolute certainty that he touched me or forced me to touch him. All I remember clearly is the smell of semen. I don't know if I was abused.

Here's what I do know: after that happened I started performing inappropriate sexual acts. I hate to say this, but here goes. On family occasions I would go with my niece, who was same age as me, up to my grandparents' attic and we would undress and lie on top of each other. No penetration, we didn't even know what we were supposed to do, had no concept of actual sex, so all we would do was moan "oh husband" and "oh wife". There are two reasons why this bothers me to this day. The first is that I don't remember who initiated it, or how it happened the first time. The second is that my niece has a developmental disorder. We're both 30 now and she still has the mind of 12-year old. The difference between us was wasn't nearly as pronounced when we were kids, but I still had the upper hand, mentally. What terrifies me is that I don't know for certain if I knew this back then. Did I abuse the advantage I had over her? Did I coerce her in any way? I genuinely don't have the answers. What I do have is a constant feeling of guilt.

Around the same time I started fooling around with a boy who was in my class at school. We would hump each other in the bushes and give each other hand-jobs. We played sexual truth and dare. I later found out that he been abused as a child which again made me think of myself as having a predatory role in that situation.

Sex is still a problem for me. I have trouble letting people in emotionally, and when I do have sex with a girl I feel like I'm taking advantage of her even though I know I'm not. I haven't worked up the courage to talk about all this with my therapist, but I will one day.
 
Another one:
I was 16 and christian, saving myself for marriage. I was a high school athlete and this girl had a crush on me since middle school, I had always turned her down. She was quite open and promiscuous, which I didn't care she just was never my type. We wound up at the same house for a party after a game one weekend and others were drinking and having a good time. I was hanging out and staying clean, I hadn't drank or done much of anything to this point in my life. Well was offered a drink of punch from her friend when I started to feel funny. I had only planned to stay for a small time.Once I started to feel weird she came over to talk to me, I couldn't make out what she was saying and the next thing I know I had passed out and woke up the next morning in a spare bedroom's floor. Crotch was wet, condom on and her laying naked next to me. I panicked, jumped up got angry and yelled "wtf did we do" she says to me " I told you I'd have you" and I ran out went home and cleaned up.

Now the following week I talked with her friend who had started to feel bad for what happened and she told the whole thing about how she had planned to set this up, to have her way and make sure I was ok with it. Needless to say I was floored. I was embarrassed, I was a nervous wreck. Spent days crying about it, praying about it. I was a athlete, how was I supposed to tell people I was raped, it messed me up bad, I started doing things I wouldn't normally do, I though about myself "well this is screwed up might as well be as bad as I thought I was. To this day it's impossible to talk about fully, I am thankful to have a wife that knows the whole thing and has been there for me. But it does happen to men, no where near like it does to women, but it does happen. I just thought I'd share and hope you know how hard it was to do so.I hope if anyone hearing this is helped or gets help I'm thankful for the chance to do so.
 
When I tried to speak to her the next day she wouldn't talk to me at all. I went to be around some of my friends for a while not really sure what was going on. I can't remember when I noticed, but people started treating me different some time after. It was probably just a few days before I began to hear rumors about the girl who molested me's friend. This other girl had begun telling people that I had raped her, Well actually it's a bit more complicated as I understood later that there were a number of different stories with the rape one being the final one she came up with. Apparently the girl that molested me was so upset that I wasn't okay with her advances that she convinced her friend, that I had never so much as touched, to make up these stories.

Stuff like that is pretty darn upsetting.
Especially given everyone who was there witnessing what she was doing.
 
Hey Besada - I wonder if you could make a statement assuring the people who wanted their story to be anonymous that you have since deleted or will delete the PM? Maybe give some people some more comfort. Considering a PM has the username and the username is associated to an email address and accounts - even mod accounts - can be breached... You get the idea right? :)
 
Goddamn, the most disheartening thing is, in some of the stories, the perpetrator get away free. To them, it just another day. They probably forgotten about it.

For those brave soul who share the stories, please know that you have my support as well.

Thank you for sharing.
 
This thread is brutal, sorry for all of you that have gone through such terrible experiences. Thanks for being brave enough to share your stories, it's really powerful.

The only awkward experience I had was a male friend of my Godparent's being very creepy around me while we were in the pool swimming around. Just talking to me a lot and kind of hovering around me. I was only 12 at the time and didn't really understand that he was actually a bit of a pedophile. It was only until later that I learned my Godparents saw him looking up porn on their computer and promptly kicked him out of their house, and out of their lives.
 
Goddamn, the most disheartening thing is, in some of the stories, the perpetrator get away free. To them, it just another day. They probably forgotten about it.

For those brave soul who share the stories, please know that you have my support as well.

Thank you for sharing.

Well I'm happy to report that in my confession, I later found out she had a husband and kids, so she technically cheated, so I forwarded him all the text messages she sent to me. Last I heard her marriage was in shambles, her kids hate her, and pretty much all of her friends ditched her after they heard that she cheated on her husband. =)
 
Well I'm happy to report that in my confession, I later found out she had a husband and kids, so she technically cheated, so I forwarded him all the text messages she sent to me. Last I heard her marriage was in shambles, her kids hate her, and pretty much all of her friends ditched her after they heard that she cheated on her husband. =)


You deserve to take whatever you want from that, dude. We all gotta find our own peace in our own way :)
 
Hey Besada - I wonder if you could make a statement assuring the people who wanted their story to be anonymous that you have since deleted or will delete the PM? Maybe give some people some more comfort. Considering a PM has the username and the username is associated to an email address and accounts - even mod accounts - can be breached... You get the idea right? :)
Indeed. I'm deleting them as they go. And given my shoddy memory, even I'm unlikely to remember who sent them by next week.
 
Another one:
I was a victim of attempted rape when i was in high school. He had been asking for sex for quite a while, visiting me at home and hearing me go about my own problems. On the day of the attempt I was at his home under the pretence of helping him with something computer related and was assaulted after refusing to allow him to perform fellatio on me. He was significantly bigger and stronger than my meek self, and to this day I don't know how i managed to struggle out of his grasp. I believe this encounter had been the cause of all my fears and anxieties related to authority figures, other men, and especially sexual intimacy, which I have very skilfully avoided for almost a decade. I don't even know if I can have sex with someone as i am right now, but I sincerely doubt it. I have loved no one ever since, and only felt undoubtedly sexually attracted to one person.

The psychological extent to which my brain has twisted the event and all the following years in order to degrade itself in all manners possible is an astound experience to go through that i simply cannot put to words. I can say that there is probably nothing worse than post rape self victimization, and i would rather have died on that day than live through it all again.
 
Another one:
I was a victim of attempted rape when i was in high school. He had been asking for sex for quite a while, visiting me at home and hearing me go about my own problems. On the day of the attempt I was at his home under the pretence of helping him with something computer related and was assaulted after refusing to allow him to perform fellatio on me. He was significantly bigger and stronger than my meek self, and to this day I don't know how i managed to struggle out of his grasp. I believe this encounter had been the cause of all my fears and anxieties related to authority figures, other men, and especially sexual intimacy, which I have very skilfully avoided for almost a decade. I don't even know if I can have sex with someone as i am right now, but I sincerely doubt it. I have loved no one ever since, and only felt undoubtedly sexually attracted to one person.

The psychological extent to which my brain has twisted the event and all the following years in order to degrade itself in all manners possible is an astound experience to go through that i simply cannot put to words. I can say that there is probably nothing worse than post rape self victimization, and i would rather have died on that day than live through it all again.
This story here in particular, really highlights how even a failed attempt can be so devastating. The rape attempt does not even need to "succeed", so to speak, to have such horrible consequences. :(

So that's why, whenever said "my story isn't as bad as some others", well, it's not always that simple.
 
Age 7-12 probably, can't remember exactly. Older brother. Multiple times, albeit it wasn't as far as others. Yeah. From what I've gathered from others, it really is shockingly common.
 
I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. Was banned not long ago for a while for making condescending remarks towards a male gaffer who claimed to be raped by a woman while he was drunk. I found it hard to comprehend because for me personally if I don't want to have sex then it's not going to happen: A girl can grind or do oral on me as much as she wants if my mind says no then I'll just stay limp.. And when I'm drunk I even have trouble getting it up if I do want it. But I guess it's diferent for everybody, I've learned that now

I think you would be surprised how the body can produce an erection regardless of whether the mind wants it to or not. This isn't new information. I mean, we have long historical documentation of the "death erection."

Which I think is pretty easy to understand how that one would be really unwanted. I think it's a huge societal failing that this very common phenomenon has essentially been so repressed that the average modern individual is unaware of it. For whatever reason, the idea that every erection is "desired" has somehow dominated public consciousness to the point were I would hazard most people do not or can not understand how a man can get raped.

And it's a shame because it is 100% inaccurate to reality and is responsible for so much pain and unaddressed mental anguish. I mean, we accepted that a woman can get raped even if her body responds sexually to the event and yet still cling to the idea that men are somehow exempt from this.
 
Relevant to the discussion;

http://fivethirtyeight.com/datalab/...nce-that-crime-stats-heavily-undercount-rape/

A similar problem has occurred in the United States. Far more than a quarter of rapes reported to New Orleans police weren’t followed up on, according to a report released last week by the city’s inspector general. The office randomly audited five sex-crimes detectives’ cases; it found the detectives designated 65 percent of reports of sex crimes as “miscellaneous,” rather than as sexual assaults, and followed up with supplemental reports on just 14 percent of calls.

New Orleans isnÂ’t unique. Earlier this year, a law scholar published a report finding irregularities in city rape statistics nationally, suggesting that roughly 1 million sex crimes that were reported in the U.S. between 1995 and 2012 never made it into national counts.

Even that estimate doesn’t count crimes that don’t fit with the FBI’s pre-2012 definition of rape — which excluded anal rape, rape of men and some other sexual assaults. Many places that have adopted the new definition have shown an increase in sexual-assault counts, suggesting the previous counts were missing many rapes. Many other jurisdictions — nearly half of the 18,415 agencies that report to the FBI — haven’t yet updated their statistical apparatus, meaning their latest stats exclude many sexual assaults.

Remember how people like to quote statistics on how who is raped by whom and how much?

Remember the bolded the next time someone tells you men are rarely the victim of rape. That is true, considering up until 2012, it was legally impossible to rape a man per the FBI. Note how many of those reports and statistics happen prior to 2012.
 
I feel the same way when I see another PM in my box. I knew it was more common than most people think, but sigh.

Your doing a positive thing with this thread. These stories are heart breaking but I hope that the people writing these stories are having some kind of weight taken off their shoulders by typing it out. Thats an extreme hope I know.
 
Relevant to the discussion;

http://fivethirtyeight.com/datalab/...nce-that-crime-stats-heavily-undercount-rape/



Remember how people like to quote statistics on how who is raped by whom and how much?

Remember the bolded the next time someone tells you men are rarely the victim of rape. That is true, considering up until 2012, it was legally impossible to rape a man per the FBI. Note how many of those reports and statistics happen prior to 2012.

That's one of the worst parts of it to me (as far as raising the issue, that is).
Define something so that it purposely excludes a segment of people, and then say that segment of people aren't victims of it.
 
Yyyyyyyyep. And sometimes I bet you doubt your own memory, thus driving yourself a little crazy wondering if what happened was real.

This is the hardest part, for me, especially after reading about a study of children making up false sexual abuse memories and believing them to be true. Can't post the study at the moment, unfortunately, as I am not on my PC.
 
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