Hi all, trigger warning obviously.
Around two years ago, I met a girl. We hit it off on Facebook, and after hanging out with other company a few times we decided to go out drinking one-on-one. I thought she was interested in me sexually, and maybe she was, but told me early on that it'd be a bad idea to sleep together due to the current status of her relationship with a guy who she went to great lengths to describe as a physically abusive jerk.
As we drank more and more, she started acting sexually towards me, and I was too much of a horny idiot to renege it. She would often act sexually, then pull back and I'd goad her into acting sexual again. We eventually ended up back at my place and had sex. I told her I didn't want to 'force her into anything', and she did make the first move once she was at my place (launching herself at me and kissing), but I'd already dropped the ball here since she in hindsight she was clearly too drunk to properly consent.
The next day she stayed at mine since she was too hungover to leave, and I had sex with her a few more times, thinking it was consensual since she didn't say no, and reacted in pleasure to my advances, and we had normal-seeming conversation in-between the sexual encounters. I often asked her if it was okay for me to cross certain boundaries, like cuddling with her, etc.
Three hours after she leaves, I get a stream of abusive messages from her boyfriend saying I'd raped her, and then she blocked me on Facebook. Guy reveals her extensive history of being raped and sexually assaulted (from her early teens onwards), of which I only knew a little of, and I realise to my horror that she probably wasn't saying no due to being intensely triggered by the situation I put her in, or something along those lines.
The first few months I tried to convince myself it was just the abusive boyfriend pressuring her into breaking off contact with me, and tried contacting her a few times to no avail (i.e. harassment), but deep down I knew that theory was BS, and as our encounter replayed over and over in my mind, I picked up on all the things I had ignored, all the signals that it wasn't consensual, that I was manipulating her into sex, that I was now officially a rapist and basically should be in jail. This was quite a shock to the system, as I had always considered myself a supporter of feminist causes, but felt this event revealed my true nature as a creep. It triggered in me a whole re-evaluation of how I'd related to women over my young adult/adult life and I realised it was a culmination of unacknowledged creepy behaviour.
Over the past two years, a day hasn't gone by where I haven't thought about the evil I committed, how much of a fraud I am due to my continued association with feminist friends who consider me a safe person to be around, anxiety over possibly being outed as a rapist and what I'd do if that was to come to pass, what I could've done differently, the various signals/red flags I overlooked to convince myself what I was doing was consensual, regret over our lost friendship. I also can't stop looking at her Facebook account, especially as she recently started making public Facebook posts. She's no longer Facebook friends with the boyfriend (signalling they probably broke up) and she still hasn't contacted me, further confirming that I'm blocked because I raped her rather than her boyfriend being coercive.
There's also a weird meta-guilt going on, in which I feel guilty for feeling guilty, for feeling traumatised over giving someone else trauma, etc. I feel I don't deserve psychological help, taking up mental health professionals valuable time helping an abuser get over their rapist guilt instead of helping rape victims get over their trauma, and so on. I also do not feel comfortable saying to a stranger's face that I need to get treatment for guilt over being a rapist, it scares me.
None of my close friends, or my girlfriend (who I am in a nominally open relationship with, but I have not slept around much since the incident), think I raped her, but this isn't much of a consolation as I know they only say that because they weren't there when I did it and don't wanna admit their friend/lover is a rapist. I also notice a lot of stock standard rape culture statements in how they rationalise it i.e. 'she's just crazy', 'she just had sex and regretted it', etc.
I think I do have some form of PTSD from this whole affair since I do experience 'triggers', whenever I hear about rape in any context, the whole incident replays in my head, all the same self-flagellating thoughts repeat themselves, my heart rate increases, I feel like I can't breathe, I start obsessively trawling through her Facebook for any new info about her life (even though I'm never gonna do anything about that info), etc. I think posting this thread is because I'm getting triggered, even. Then I feel ridiculous for labelling it PTSD due to the reasons mentioned above.
How do I get over this? I just want to move on. Either way I'm adamant never to do something like that again, but I just cannot find it in me to forgive myself for what I did, I don't feel I deserve to be happy, even though I want to be happy.