r/getting_over_it • u/helloitsjustmeheh • 5m ago
How to move on from getting SA’d & was it SA
It happened a month ago, in September, I was out at a bar with my friend (with whom I'm no longer as close with). A couple of nights before we met these guys at the same bar, one of them looked like a tv show character I don't know, let's call him a tv man, but my friend seemed to be very into him just because of that. They invited us to join their table with 2 other people, we had drinks and had a pretty fun time. Whenever I'm drunk I never want the night to be over, so l suggested to go to some other place that's open, and I really regret that now. Two other people and Tv man's friend left early, so it was just me, him, and my friend. We Ubered to another bar, but it was closed too, so we ubered to my house so I could grab some leftover booze, and my stupid self suggested to go to someone's house so "we could watch a movie and play cards!". The tv man suggested his house, as we arrived there his friend and the girl who was at the table with us were sitting on the couch, and seemed very against me and my friend being there, mostly because of the age gap (I'm 20, my friend is 19, the guys were 25-26). Me and my friend spoke in private and decided to leave, but right before we did the Tv man's friend and the girl left. I can't remember but by the elevator the Tv man looked at me and winked. I winked back not thinking much of it, l was a bit attracted to him, but I remember saying very loudly (while his friend was still in the apartment) that I am a lesbian (I am bi, I don't know why I said that at all), fast forward the other people in the house were gone. We were sitting on the couch, it gets very blurry starting from here (I had 3 shots, two double cocktails, and whatever was left in my bottle of vodka that I brought from home) and he gave me a beer. I suggested to watch Rick and Morty, he brought us a blanket and I snuggled near him.
He was showing us pictures of his nephews, and I felt him touching my knee. At the moment i thought oh what the hell ok, and didn't think much of it, but it started getting more aggressive and him grabbing my thigh. Now imagine how I felt like, knowing that my friend is into him, and he is secretly doing that. I felt terrible but because I was overly intoxicated I didn't do anything. I don't remember what happened but at some point I got up, because my friend noticed that he was into me, and she went into the bedroom and started crying. I followed her and was in a way relieved that it gave me the opportunity to get up, so l followed her into the bedroom and begged to call an uber. She refused to and kept crying and saying that l'm a bad friend. I wanted to leave but my phone was dead, I couldn't call anybody. I grabbed her phone and tried to log in into my socials to text my friends, then I heard a door open. He raised his voice at my friend and said that she's being very manipulative, I regret that I stayed silent but I was in a strangers bed with a dead phone, and my friend wanted to sleep there, I didn't want to leave her there alone. He said it's freezing out there (he stayed on the sofa) and said he's gonna grab a blanket. He didn't grab a blanket, it was all a lie, instead he got into the bed with me and started inappropriately touching me, trying to wake me up, I pretended to be asleep, and then my friend left the room, that was honestly the the scariest feeling, knowing that l'm all alone in a bedroom with a 6'2 guy that I know for a fact I could never fight off, so my only option at a time was to pretend to be sleep. He fell asleep eventually (i figured since he started snoring). It felt like hours and hours, eventually i finally got the courage to get out of bed. The second I left the room l immediately looked at my friend, and that's when she realized what was actually happening. We grabbed our stuff, and I don't think l've ever had such a bad panic attack in my life. Was me winking back giving him consent? I really don't think so. After that I couldn't sleep, I couldn't forgive myself that my friend was in the same room with me while it was happening. I know I did all I could at the time, and now a month later I see things more clearly, I no longer blame myself, at least I try not to. I did text him after asking if I left my lipgloss at his apartment, I know how it looks, I really wanted to rewrite the story in my head. I don't think about it often, but we live in the same city, I already saw him twice on my way to work, and as if it's not bad enough already there was nobody else but us. We just walked past each other, I do think he knows what he's done is wrong, he wouldn't look at me, and started speed walking. Ever since that happened I'd drink daily, would never be home alone with my thoughts, and even went back to that same bar multiple times god knows why. I know I'm not a perfect victim. I guess what I'm looking for is reassurance. Even though me and my friend have spoken about this terrible experience, I feel like a shitty friend. I'm doing better now, I haven't drank for 21 days now. I just hate how one bad event made me so anxious in public that I feel like vomiting. Just wanted to get this off my chest, and maybe some advices. Maybe some positive feedback idk.