Submitted by: SK
The last thing I remembered was standing at a tiki bar talking to people. Then I woke up unsure of where I was, but I was in a tiny space. Someone I didn’t recognize was next to me. I was naked, so was he. I then realized I was on a boat, but I still didn’t know where. Was I in the middle of the ocean or at a dock? I couldn’t tell. I remember it being hot and stuffy in that small space.
I didn’t think I had sex, because I wasn’t medically able to at the time, and I didn’t feel like I had. I know if I had, I would have been sore from it, because I had had a medical procedure a few weeks prior. Then the guy got up and did something, came back, and tried to have sex with me. I told him no, I can’t, I was unable to because of my condition. He held me down and had his body weight on top of me and pushed himself into me no matter how many times I told him no, that I couldn’t. It was excruciating. I wanted to fight him off, and I would have had I known where exactly I was. I thought he might kill me and dump my body in the ocean or something. I can’t remember exactly how long it went on, but I kept telling him I was hurting and he needed to stop. He wouldn’t stop until he was finished. I was in so much pain. Then he suddenly became nice to me and handed me a water as if we were pals.
I finally got up and told him I had to use the bathroom. That’s when I realized we were at a dock. I still don’t know how I ended up on that boat. I have no memory of it whatsoever. I couldn’t find my keys, and even though we looked for them, they didn’t show up for four more days. I think the new bartender had something to do with that, and I wondered if that guy had put something in my drink. I never did find out the truth. I never saw the rapist again, but I did look up his name and found out he had a lengthy arrest record.
A few weeks later, I had to go back to the doctor, and that’s when I learned he’d given me an STD. I had never had one in my life, so I was shocked. It was like being raped all over again having to be tested for everything under the sun in an office where I knew someone that worked. Thankfully, it was easily curable, but it was humiliating having to tell my next partner about it. I stopped going out for several months after that.