Male Survivors Of Sexual Abuse Share Their Inspiring Stories.

Sexual abuse is not right no matter the age, or gender. Unfortunately, a lot of male victims of abuse do not report it. We feel it is important to continue to talk about this in order to shed light on such a stigmatized topic. More importantly, if you feel you are being sexually abused or know someone who is, we hope this article lets you know you are not alone, and inspires you to reach out for help. However, this may be disturbing to some of our readers.

1. She'll Get Bored And Leave

I took a film class during my undergrad. It was a once a week class where we watched a feature length movie in a dark auditorium and discussed it and the assignments associated with it afterwards.

There was this girl who occasionally sat next to me and made awkward conversation before the movie started.

Then, during one class, she puts her hand on my thigh. Since I'm not interested in her, I just pushed it away politely and said "please don't do that" - so she does it again, this time wrapping her hand around my thigh. I don't want to disturb the other students, so I whisper to her to stop - she just smiles at me. I figure, whatever, it'll be easier if I just let this happen. So, I let her leave her hand on my leg.

A few minutes later, she's moved her hands to my crotch and she's massaging my penis. I'm not enjoying it and I'm becoming deeply upset. I can't focus on the movie, but I need to watch it to get through the class.

After that, I tried to avoid her but she would follow me around campus. It happened a few more times in class after that, but then I think she got bored because I wasn't playing along.

I never told anyone, because people might have thought it wasn't a big deal.


2. "I'm Doing You A Favor"

There were a group of us, and we played 'I Have Never' and, against my wishes, my virginity was exposed to the group.

One of the girls in the group has always pitied me strongly. I have dwarfism, and she straight up treats me like a charity case most of the time. Rarely speaking to me without a soft smile and a simpering tone of voice, like you would to a toddler (despite me being 2 years older than her). When it was revealed that I was still a virgin, she made an exaggerated sad face and said "aww." I knew she was loving it, and I did my best to contain my anger at her reaction. For the rest of the night she would keep glancing over to me and making that same sad face. I'm not a violent person at all, but I genuinely wanted to punch her in those moments.

Fast forward to us falling asleep. As luck would have it, I ended up having to share a sofa with her. I could feel her pressed up against me, and I felt sick. Due to me being squished right up to the back of the sofa, I could hardly move, with my arms pinned to my sides. Knowing her complete lack of respect for other's personal space, I even thought to myself masochistically "you know she'll probably do something, don't you?"

Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the middle of the night to a hand slipping into my sleeping bag. I was frozen in horror for a few moments, even thinking to myself "You should like this. Stay still, you might grow to like it." But I didn't. I really didn't. I wanted to be sick. I wanted to retaliate - to hurt her. I grabbed her hand and awkwardly tried to push it away with my limited range of movement. I'd never felt such intense distress and...something else I can't really articulate. She didn't retract, though. She stayed right up against me and whispered in a frustrated tone "I'm doing you a favour!" I didn't say anything, I was too preoccupied trying to manage my breathing and panic.

That was by far the worst night I've ever had. I hated that I had to lay there for the rest of the night (not wanting to cause a scene with the rest of my friends all in the room). I lay there rigid, sweating and wide awake for 9 hours. My muscles ached for 2 days after. Ever since that happened, the very idea of physical intimacy gives me panic attacks. I still don't know if I ever want to pursue sex or a relationship.


3. A Friend In Need

I lived in a house with some guys in college, and I had a bad habit of falling asleep in the common area on the couch when I was drunk instead of going to my bed. After going out with my roommates one night, a few people came back to our house to continue drinking. I blacked out and my friends helped me onto the couch, so they could keep an eye on me and put a trash can next to me. There was a girl there that was friends with some of the girls we hung out with all night. She was very flirtatious with the guys there, but none of us were attracted to her. I passed out and after everyone went to their beds I was still alone on the couch.

My friend passed through the common area at about 4 am to get some water from the kitchen. He said he walked in and saw this girl on top of my unconscious body. It took him a few days to build up the courage to tell me, but I'm glad he did. It was kind of a joke at first, but later on I started to realize that I actually had been raped. It's messed up that it gets down played for men so much.


4. She Was My First

I dated a girl for three years. My first girlfriend. I was the first one amongst my friends to be in a relationship which I think kept me in it for so long. I didn't realize it at the time, but looking back she was manipulative, emotionally violent and at rare occasions physically violent. I had zero experience or things to compare it to. It took me about a year after she dumped me to have the thought "Thaaaat... was probably not good." Took me 15 years to finally realize a lot of the times we had sex quite clearly constituted rape. No blurred lines. Just straight up rape. Me telling her to stop and she continuing with threats or by me being tied up.

I've come to realize it wasn't even about the sex. It was about control. She didn't seem interested at all, sometimes watching TV and just keeping at it. I'd tell her to stop, sometimes just breaking down and crying. She'd do stuff like tell me mid "sex" she was off the pill and keep on going. Now I'm quite certain she wasn't though.

Anyhow, took me 12 years to realize men could be raped at all and 15 to begin thinking about my experiences. Unlocked a lot of explanations for my behaviour later in life... Been to therapy with ok results but not brilliant. Sometimes I feel I should have just kept it buried in the back of my head and sometimes it feels healthy to be able to talk about it.


5. Same Old Routine

I crashed at her mom's house after a small party there, nothing crazy. I stripped to my boxers, as I have done many times before, and went to sleep. I remember feeling a tingling, almost like peeing when you have one of those dreams of yourself peeing, and you wake up because the sensation wakes you up? Not sure how else to describe it. I woke up just in time to cut myself off from climaxing. I pushed her up and I scooted back.

She said that I shouldn't be so upset about it. I said, "You didn't wake me up?" She said "I know you wanted it."

I got up and started gathering my stuff, and was pretty upset. I was tired, and now on edge.

I'm not untrusting of women, and the worst part is I don't feel like a victim.



6. Bad Girlfriend

My college roommate's girlfriend raped me. This happened around sophomore year of college. One of my roommates had been dating this girl off an in for about 8 months or so. My roommate was not the best boyfriend. They fought a lot in our apartment. Several times, I was forced to physically get between them to prevent an altercation and/or our stuff getting broken. These fights happened at least once a week, and almost every time they drank.

One Friday, she tells me that she wants to set me up with one of her sorority sisters. So, we 4 all go out to the club. The night was going surprisingly well. The friend and I didn't really connect in a romantic level, but we were all having a good time none the less. At one of the clubs, it's my turn to buy a round, I'm standing at the bar, trying to tune out the loud music, when I feel an arm reach around from behind me and grab my crotch. Natural reaction, I turn to see who it was and see my roommates girlfriend standing behind me grinning... I carefully removed her hand, and tried to mentally brush it off as the alcohol getting to her.

Fast forward another two hours and we are in the cab going back to our apartment. Roommate and girlfriend are loudly fighting about something, while the friend and I are sitting in uncomfortable silence. It is at this point, things get really blurry, it was as if all of the nights alcohol hit me all at once. I remember us getting back to our apartment parking lot and my roommate and his girlfriend are shouting at each other. I throw the driver a bill and stumble back to our apartment with girlfriends friend in tow, leaving them to fight outside. I don't know where the friend crashed, I just walked straight in and straight to my bed. I don't think that I even took my clothes off.

Don't know how much time passed, but get the feeling of something wet around my crotch area and on my stomach. My initial thought, before opening my eyes, was that I peed myself. Upon opening my eyes, I see my roommates girlfriend on top of me. I sobered up in that one second and quickly shoved her off of me. I just remember saying "What are you doing?!" and her saying VERY loudly, "Well someone else won't have sex with me!" as if she wanted my roommate to hear. I told her to get out, and she did whilst calling me a jerk. I lay there for a minute trying to analyze what just happened, when I start to feel sick. Not sure if it was the alcohol or the incident that just occurred, but I ran to the bathroom to puke. I returned to my bed and fell back asleep.

I never brought it up with my roommate or his girlfriend. I don't know if she ever told him. He told me the next day that he was so blasted that he didn't remember anything after we left the club. The sorority sister was no where to be found the next morning. My roommate and his girlfriend broke up for good not long after that.

It hasn't affected me in anyway mentally, but it's something that I do think about almost everyday, and I do feel a tinge of shame. I still see her around town every now and then. We speak, but I have never brought up the incident. I'm not even 100% sure if she remembers doing it. I have never told this story to anyone, but I hope it helps someone.


7. "Cheer Me Up"

I'd just separated from my ex-wife and some friends took me out drinking to "cheer me up." I got drunk, and they managed to get me home and on my bed, where I passed out.

Have you ever been woken up by something that initially seems pleasant, but you suddenly realize that it's kind of horrible? How for a few seconds, you just enjoy it and soak it in, and then reality comes crashing in and you snap awake? Well, I woke up about three seconds from climaxing, which is usually a great way to wake up, but the reality came in when I specifically remembered not bringing anyone home from the bar and that I had no idea who or what was on top of me.


Turns out it was my soon to be ex-wife. Her story was that she saw me out drinking but didn't say anything, and then decided to come over after she figured my friends had time to drop me off and leave. Apparently, they didn't lock up behind them and she just sauntered in, pulled down my shorts, and jumped on top of me.

I pulled up my shorts and told her to get out, and she just laughed at me. I threatened to call the cops, and she finally left. About 7 months after that, she had me served with child support papers. My attorney demanded a blood test, and we never heard back from her lawyer.

I told a total of three people about what happened. One was a formerly close friend, who was like "dude, that sounds awesome!" A female friend said, "Seriously? That's like saying a chihuahua raped a great dane. It just doesn't work like that." Presumably because my ex was 5'1" and under 100 lbs, while I was 6'2" 270. And the therapist I saw briefly told me in no uncertain terms that "a woman can't rape a man. It's physically impossible."

So I don't talk about it. It isn't a thing that society is prepared to accept, and I come across like I'm either making it up or trying to play the victim. It sucks sometimes, and I've made up a half a dozen different stories for a half a dozen different women about why I don't like being touched when I'm sleeping. Not having anyone to talk it through with was hard, but I got used to it.


8. No One Should Have To Go Through It

In university, I was out partying and had quite a few drinks. This girl, Lori, went back with me to my dorm, we had been seeing each other on and off. We both crashed and fell asleep.

Enter some time later and I wake up, still pretty drunk, and Lori is on top of me. I go to throw her off, and she's pinned me down (that half-awake moment and being still inebriated makes it hard to do anything, despite me being 6'3", 220lbs). She laughs and said "I didn't think you'd mind". Of course I mind.

Later that week, I went down to University services to talk to someone because it wasn't right. I didn't feel good about it, was worried about diseases and stuff like that. I was told because I was a man, I couldn't be raped. Tried to work with police. Was told the same thing.



9. I Didn't Enjoy It

I was 14 and drunk at a party hosted by my best friend D's older brother, who had returned from camp. Me and a friend had been drinking box wine all night, when I decided to head to bed. I was having a hard time moving so D helped me into his room. I had had a disagreement with a girl earlier that evening about music and I guess she was "excited" over our argument. She came in shortly after me. I remember her flipping me over and pulling my pants down. I also remember her on top of me and feeling used, worthless and weak for not enjoying it more.

I explained to D's older brother Nate what had happened the night before. It had never been a thought that I had been raped. I was more freaked out that I didn't enjoy it. Nate was furious. He explained to me I was raped. We talked for a few hours about it. Nate comforted me the best he could and it didn't bother me until I had sex again two years later. I'll spare you the details, but when I started to become more sexually active I kept having flashbacks. It wasn't going to work. I thought that because the first time I had sex I was raped I was never going to have a normal sex life. I became depressed and drank heavy for the next few years.

Things changed when I met my wife. I was finally able to talk about it in a way that wasn't rooted in anger or sadness. For some reason that helped. My wife is an amazing partner and I'm glad to report that we have a healthy sex life.


10. Saved By My Friend

I was 19 and got invited to a party by a friend. I'll call her H. H and I had a weird friend romance thing that was very confusing. A couple nights before, we had all gotten wasted and I had slept with H's friend C. It was regrettable and I had hurt H's feelings.

The party wasn't so much a party when I got there, as it was the after effects of a multiple day drug binge. I found my friend M passed out in the yard. I woke up M and got him some water.

I walked into H's room to find her and C on the bed. I come in and they are both absolutely smashed. I sit down and chat with them for a minute, when H starts grabbing me inappropriately. I lightly push her hands away and tell her I'm not interested because they are drunk. She does it again, more forcefully.

"Don't you think I'm pretty? Don't you love me?"

Meanwhile C is grabbing me and telling me just to 'go with it'. I loudly voice my non-consent, because they are both drunk. They get more violent.

Details don't need to go past this point. It's weird, because of how conflicted I was. I didn't want it to happen because they were black-out drunk, but enjoyed the attention admittedly.

So while all of this is happening, M heard me yelling and bursts into the room, pushes them off of me and drags me out of the room. M has always had my back, and we are best of friends to this day.

There was no apology. No nothing. They probably laughed about it.

I talk to C sometimes very casually but haven't spoken to H in the 7 years since the incident.

To this day I have trouble trusting women.


11. Who Are They Going To Believe?

I broke up with an ex like 6 months before. She basically would tell me she was pregnant whenever I seemed like I wanted to break up with her. I did try to keep nice to her, but went months without talking with her.

I met up and talked to her one day and we both agreed to keep things civil between each other. She told me how good I was too her and so on and talked to me about a new guy she was dating.

A couple of weeks later I get a message that she thought someone was creeping around her house and that she was scared and all alone. She asked me to come over. I agreed.

When I got in her house we talked for a bit and then she started kissing me. I got up to leave and she basically jumped up and wrapped her legs around me and kept kissing me. I probably said stop well over 10 times. I could easily hit her and got her off of me, but I thought to myself: "Who are the cops going to believe? 6'2" me, or 5'2" her with a black eye?". So, I laid down, and she got on top of me. When we were finished up and immediately grabbed a garbage can to start puking.

As I sat there with tears in my eye, I said, "I'm telling your new boyfriend." She hit me said no, and told me she slept my best friend a couple hours after we broke up. I left that night feeling shattered. I felt so bad and felt like it was all my fault. I felt guilty that she had a boyfriend and I wished that karma would pay me back. (I oddly enough feel like that cursed me) I messaged her on Facebook after saying: "I won't tell your new boyfriend, but please stay away from me. I never want to talk to you again."

I still haven't had sex with someone else and it's been 3 years. My life has kind of fallen apart, but I'm trying desperately to get it back. She's the only person that if I see in public I feel physically sick and scared. I tried talking to people about it, but I think I talk about it with no emotion about it, so they don't think it's a big deal.


12. Slowly Healing

When I was 12 or 11 I was placed in a foster home and I was repeatedly raped by my foster parents. I don't remember much. They were arrested and I was moved to a new home.

I got issues, a lot of issues. But I work with them with my therapist. I am 28 years old and been married to my wonderful husband of almost four years.

I sometimes cry during sex. I can't stand loud noises. I use to have weekly breakdowns but now they're monthly breakdowns. I don't drink. I don't sleep in the dark. I am emotional. I cry a lot. My husband understands. My husband works with me because he loves me.

It is slow, but I am healing. My therapist and husband both have told me I cry enough to fill the ocean twice over.



13. Living In A Nightmare

I was dating this girl for 2.5 years, we lived together for about six months. She always had anger and self esteem issues, and I tried to be supportive and there for her, but once we moved in, things got bad. I became her punching bag for her anger, and anything could trigger an outrage. Once the gears started turning, maybe a professor said something in the wrong tone, maybe her dad made a comment about her spending (she did not spend a lot), whatever it was, it would start a reaction. Within a few days, you can be sure I was on the floor being kicked, or taking punches.

I stayed because I had a lot of issues with myself and my self esteem and confidence were nothing, I really feared being alone and didn't think I could ever do better than this, and when things were good, they were really good. She was a lot of fun when she was in a good mood.

I gave her an ultimatum after she punched me in the face while I was speeding down the high way, and told her if she hits me again, we're through for good. The next few months were literally walking on egg shells around her and being a zombie to the world. I was just going through the motions.

I just wanted to make it through the lease so I could go my own way. She was still verbally abusive, she stopped hitting me, but she took her anger out by destroying things or hurting herself.

Then we had a good day, it was a really good day. The first in months. It was a long day full of activities, so by eleven, I was passing out on the couch. I'd been up since 5am and running on less than four hours of sleep. I said I wanted to go to bed, and got up to lay down.

She came in and tried to have sex with me, I told her I was too tired, but she didn't care. I told her I wasn't awake enough and just wanted to go to bed, that didn't go well. She still tried. She straddled me and my body reacted to it, though I didn't want it to, and she started to go at it while I just lied there. Then she realized I wasn't into it. I think it clicked in her head what she was doing. (continued...)

She jumped off me and in the coldest, deadest voice: "If you go to sleep, I will murder you in your sleep. I will stab you. I have the knives, you know I do. If you go to sleep, I will murder you." And she walked out.

I sat there just stunned. I didn't know what to do, I just lied there staring at the wall. I was just defeated completely. She came back in some time later, and yelled at me because I didn't chase after her. She was upset and needed comfort and I didn't come. So I went and laid on the couch with her watching Netflix, until she was ready to go to bed at three.

Then I laid in bed staring at the ceiling until she woke up the next morning. I might have slept, I don't know. It was 11:14, I remember, and I turned to her and said it was over.

Then she stalked me, obsessed over me, and threatened to kill herself if I didn't sleep with her again, and I was weak and afraid she would, so I did it again and again with her for a year. I hated myself, I hated my life, and I couldn't find a way out of it.

I eventually moved away, and cut her out completely. It was 4 years before I could let anyone even cuddle me. That life doesn't even feel like my own anymore, but that night is burned into my brain, and those scars still cause me problems. I'm afraid to get close to people. I've now had two relationships since, but I ended them when I started to feel "trapped" or around the time it went from relationship to serious relationship.

Despite all of that, I am happy. I'm happier than I've ever been in my life and love myself now. Something I never did before. I also no longer feel like I need a relationship to be happy.



14. Sounds Like Rape

I went and tested myself for HIV and Chlamydia today and the nurse asked me if I usually use condoms and I said that I usually do, but not the last time because I woke up having sex. Then she told me that it sounded like a sexual assault.


Me and my friends were drinking and on our way home and my friend invites a girl to join us. We get home and I go to bed and both my friend and the girl joins me in the bed. I just wanted to sleep. After awhile she starts to touch me everywhere and I say no and move so my stomach is against the wall and I can fall asleep. After maybe one hour, I woke up just seconds before climax and didn't realize what had happened. I cursed to myself and went to the toilet and then anxiety and disgust creeped on me. I couldn't think so I grabbed my clothes and walked home. Since then I've felt ashamed, disgusted and my anxiety has gotten worse. I've felt so much self hatred, but not thinking about why I felt like this. I Haven't thought about it as rape before the nurse told me.


15. Talk To Someone

I met her through a dating website and after a couple weeks of texting we decided to go out on a date. The date was fun, but something about her seemed off. By the end of the date I told her I think we should just stay friends. She agreed and all was good.

Fast forward a week and she invites me to this party. I think nothing of it, as we had been chatting. I thought we were all good. I got to the party, she handed me a beer and that's the last thing I remember until I woke up naked in the same bed as her.

It really messed me up for a long time, until a professor urged me to talk to one of my university's counsellors.


16. The Circle Of Abuse

I was molested by an older neighbor girl from 5-10 years old until we moved away. I found out later that she was a victim of molestation and was really dealing with some issues of her own, so I have a hard time blaming her, even though it led to some pretty dark places in my youth. I've still never said a word to anyone about it, it's probably the only thing my wife of 20 years doesn't know about me, but I've never been able to say anything. I'm OK now but I was suicidal as a teen and even tried it once.

I ran into her a few years ago, she works at a local business. Neither of us said anything, but it was very obvious she knew exactly who I was. Part of me wants to talk to her and let her know I know she was a victim too, but I just can't do it yet. Her father was the culprit in her case. I've thought about finding a counsellor but it's something I really don't want any records of occurring no matter how "confidential" they're supposed to be. The resulting problems arc out further than I'm willing to say but it could ruin some lives. I hate it every day.



17. I Just Want To Be Loved

I had just moved cities. As a young teen, this was kinda heartbreaking given the circumstances. It took a week before I was being bullied at my new school. A month after moving and I was seeing doctors about being diagnosed with depression. When the a girl in the school sent someone over, to ask me for my number, thoughts went racing. Does she want to harass me? Just another bully? Or maybe she wants to be friends? She'd certainly help me with the bullying.

After some deliberation, I decided the offer didn't sound like a plan for bullying, and gave her my number. We texted for a few weeks, and became partners quite quickly. Looking back, even if the event yet to come hadn't happened, I shouldn't have rushed in so blindly and quickly. I started realizing I got with her because I was depressed and wanted love to fill that hole, and that I didn't love her, I loved being loved. While she was happy with that, I wasn't.

She invited me to hers for the first time ever. We mostly met on the beach front. We had spoken beforehand about being in her house alone, and had agreed that because I didn't feel ready, plus I was ill (and barely wanted to be with her, but didn't mention that bit), that we weren't going to do anything more than what we'd already done. No sex.

When I got there, we go up to her room. We fool around, take clothes off, mess around naked. Then she takes a condom out of a drawer. I shake my head, and tell her no. She doesn't listen. She sits on my chest (she was bigger than me.) She put the condom on, which was surprisingly considerate given the circumstances, and awkwardly managed to keep me pinned while she raped me. After about 3 minutes of physical, mental and emotional torture, I climaxed.

She got off and said "See, that wasn't so bad was it?" I just silently put on my clothes and left. An hours walk to home, no money for a bus, crying my eyes out. I dried my eyes before entering my house, and only the internet and the odd partner have heard the story since.

I think it was 2 days after, of pure arguing, and not even about the incident, just about being together, I broke up with her. So she bullied me for the next 2 and 1/2 years. Telling everyone we had sex, sending my nude photos around school (police got involved there), lots of nasty comments. She got others to bully me too. Ensue 2 years of high school hell. After a while she gave up, but nobody else did.

Now I'm in college, suffering even worse with depression, after giving up with counselling multiple times, and buckling under my college workload.

I'd like to say it gets better, but my life hasn't. Trauma from being sexually abused never goes away, it's a part of you, and you just have to learn to deal with it.


18. Exchange Student

When I was 17, I was finishing up my year as an exchange student in Germany. I had been going to a number of farewell parties, some for myself, some for other exchange students from other countries. I had also been losing a lot of weight that year, and that particular week, I had been drinking more than eating.

Well... this particular night I was at a farewell party for this one particular Brazilian exchange student, who was leaving about the same time I was. I am not sure if I was hungover, or if the week of partying caught up with me, but I quickly found myself hammered like I've never been before.

One of the other Brazilian exchange students, one who came a few months later, and was leaving a few months later, apparently took advantage of me, and was making out with me. I only remember bits and pieces. I don't know if she was drunk/as drunk as I was. I just remember her forcibly sticking her tongue down my throat and being handsy, and me feeling mostly powerless to resist.

Occasionally I would burst up from my chair to puke in the bushes, but as soon as I sat down, she was on me again. I remember trying to compromise by just "hugging" for awhile, but it was no use. Finally the host family of the exchange student that the party was for, called a cab for me, and I went 'home'.

I was ashamed of what happened. Also a little mad. I had a girlfriend back home, though we were on a break, I guess, while I was abroad. I had never really had quite an experience like that before, even with my girlfriend, so in part I felt a little robbed. I never knew how to broach the subject to her, so I never did. Even after we got engaged, and then got married. I am not sure if it was even worth mentioning. I still don't know how much of the blame is on me, but the whole thing really messed me up.

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