I broke up with my ex over 2 years ago and the more I tell my friends stories from my relationship, the more people tell me I was abused. I still don't really know the answer to this question and I suppose in many ways I don't really want to know. Giving it a label won't change it so what's the point. I've never really considered myself a 'victim' but the more time that goes by the more my life is affected by what he did.
We were together for 2 years and we met a few months after I was released from a seven month stint in a mental hospital. I think the only reason I went out with him in the first place was because he paid me attention, and for those of you who don't know what it's like coming out of a mental hospital, you have very low self-esteem to say the least. He cared about me. He was protective and threatened other guys for looking at me. He hid my nice underwear and said that if he didn't like it or want me to wear it then why did I need it. He threw away all my short skirts and dresses and tights because they were too transparent. He checked my suitcase if I ever went away and asked me who I was trying to impress if I looked a bit nicer one day. Before I met him my dress style was outrageous to say the least, but after a few months it was plain and boring and virginal. He wanted me to not have had a sexual past before him but still be a kinky ***** in the bedroom. He forced me to have sex with him every night but sometimes I managed to get the night off if it was my birthday or something equally as pathetic. He hid my contraceptive pill from me for 3 months and the craziest part about that was that towards the end I began to hope I would get pregnant because then I could have a secret abortion and he would be so mad he would kill me. How sick is that? Not as sick as this...I went away for a couple of days to visit friends and when I came home he was waiting for me, he pushed me on the bed, ripped off my tights, stuck his fingers inside me, smelt it, and then said "just had to check you didn't cheat on me". He also forced me into doing anal. Although I'm not sure if you can call that rape. He told me I would enjoy it and if it hurt that he would stop. I eventually gave in as it was too much effort to argue (like most things in our relationship). Once he started it was so excruciating I was screaming for him to stop but he just kept saying he was nearly done. He also made me do reverse cow-girl when he was angry with me so he didn't have to look at my face. He called me a fat troll (even though I'm a size 10) and said I wobbled when I walked. The last time I saw him he barged into my house in the middle of the night, attacked me in my room (with my parents asleep next door) I called the police to escort him from my home and after months of abusive texts I got a restraining order. I haven't heard from him in 18 months and I am happy with the person I am now. It still affects me with trust issues (obviously), I'm not a massive fan of sex and if anyone tries to tell me what to do I do the opposite. God help any future boyfriend of mine!
Has anyone else gone through something similar or care to enlighten me on why people like this exist....
We were together for 2 years and we met a few months after I was released from a seven month stint in a mental hospital. I think the only reason I went out with him in the first place was because he paid me attention, and for those of you who don't know what it's like coming out of a mental hospital, you have very low self-esteem to say the least. He cared about me. He was protective and threatened other guys for looking at me. He hid my nice underwear and said that if he didn't like it or want me to wear it then why did I need it. He threw away all my short skirts and dresses and tights because they were too transparent. He checked my suitcase if I ever went away and asked me who I was trying to impress if I looked a bit nicer one day. Before I met him my dress style was outrageous to say the least, but after a few months it was plain and boring and virginal. He wanted me to not have had a sexual past before him but still be a kinky ***** in the bedroom. He forced me to have sex with him every night but sometimes I managed to get the night off if it was my birthday or something equally as pathetic. He hid my contraceptive pill from me for 3 months and the craziest part about that was that towards the end I began to hope I would get pregnant because then I could have a secret abortion and he would be so mad he would kill me. How sick is that? Not as sick as this...I went away for a couple of days to visit friends and when I came home he was waiting for me, he pushed me on the bed, ripped off my tights, stuck his fingers inside me, smelt it, and then said "just had to check you didn't cheat on me". He also forced me into doing anal. Although I'm not sure if you can call that rape. He told me I would enjoy it and if it hurt that he would stop. I eventually gave in as it was too much effort to argue (like most things in our relationship). Once he started it was so excruciating I was screaming for him to stop but he just kept saying he was nearly done. He also made me do reverse cow-girl when he was angry with me so he didn't have to look at my face. He called me a fat troll (even though I'm a size 10) and said I wobbled when I walked. The last time I saw him he barged into my house in the middle of the night, attacked me in my room (with my parents asleep next door) I called the police to escort him from my home and after months of abusive texts I got a restraining order. I haven't heard from him in 18 months and I am happy with the person I am now. It still affects me with trust issues (obviously), I'm not a massive fan of sex and if anyone tries to tell me what to do I do the opposite. God help any future boyfriend of mine!
Has anyone else gone through something similar or care to enlighten me on why people like this exist....