So I went out to drink with my cousin and her boyfriend, I don't drink frequently at all I always get depressed after. However, I did, and I drank way too much and blacked out at the bar. Small bar, not many people there, I was with my cousin and her boyfriend the whole time. I blacked out probably a little over an hour of the whole night, nothing ridiculous.
Anyways, the next day, I started having this fear I had been raped. No good reasoning behind it. I had a couple bruises, but they were from running into things i imagine I bruise easily. Some vaginal spotting, but I know alcohol messes with estrogen levels. I asked my cousin over and over again if she knew of anything happening. She said she couldn't fully remember the evening either but we were definitely together the whole time. She asked her boyfriend, who could remember the full night, and he also says that nothing happened and we were together the whole time.
The logical part of me is sure nothing happened. We walked back to my grandpas after the bar, I was in a good mood the whole time as far as I can remember. There illogical part of me absolutely cannot handle not remembering what happened. I fill the blank period of time with anything. Did I cheat on my boyfriend? Did I do drugs? Did I hurt someones feelings? Did I get raped? The rape one hit me hardest and is the one I continue to stick to. It's been 5 days since then and I still can't stop obsessing over it. I haven't wanted to have sex with my boyfriend convinced I probably have aids or something, and I feel disgusting like something awful happened. But all I here is reassurance that I was fine and nothing happened, and I can't recall anything happening. When I think about it long enough, try and force my mind to remember, it gives me what I'm sure is false images. I wish I could trust my mind. I wish I could tell my boyfriend but I don't want him to freak out about something that probably didn't happen, and he doesn't know the extent to my OCD. This isn't the first time my mind has tried to fill in holes with things I have no proof of or reason to believe.
Anyone else have a similar experience? Any ideas of how to get past this?
P.S. I totally have no intentions of ever drinking again, unless I'm home.