TBH I don't know what I'm doing . I get so confused sometimes...
I'm a victim of sexual assault (20s, F). I met an admitted, remorseful self-identified rapist (20s,M) online. Our conversations were cathartic for me. I'd never told anyone about the assault(s). And I'd had so many questions. What was it about me that attracted predators, etc. Talking anonymously to counselors didn't help me. I didn't like how they told me nothing I did was wrong. Something about it felt uncomfortable. Its like I wanted answers not coddling. (NO DISRESPECT to the lovely people helping other sexual assault victims!) But this guy provided those answers in a caring, comforting, straight forward way.
I know right now a lot readers are rolling their eyes and will immediately condemn him. The things he did (which he confessed to me) were bad. I will not argue that. He knows it too. And has never tried to justify any of it. He's actually very hard on himself. He's a smart, kind guy and was so confused and racked by guilt about his actions. Still doesn't understand why he did what he did. But he had been looking for a way to do something good with his life and for others to make up for the few years he was violating females' trust.
But we bonded. We became friends. Confidantes. And gradually more-- in an emotional sense. It felt good to talk about what had happened and to have it met with such compassion and insight. And he felt the same, to finally confess his guilt and offer me whatever support or answers he could.
As a result of the things that happened to me over several years I began to have these urges that were dark and ugly. I've had them for years now. Without going into specifics-- they are essentially rape fantasies. But my fantasies didn't come with a safeword. It was like I wanted to re-live my trauma for some reason. I know, I know... its sick. Bad. Confusing. I even posted about it once--about how I didn't understand why I wanted to be "hurt" "forced to do things", etc.
Anyway, this guy eventually admitted that type of stuff still appealed to him even though he understood that it was rape and would never engage in it. He was ashamed to admit it. And admitted that I scared him because I presented temptation-- someone he could exercise these darker desires on. And I was nervous because I'd found someone who would do it.
I don't have any sexual experience that wasn't forced. And he doesn't want to traumatize me but I've agreed to travel to him for a weekend. Not his place! A hotel. But (on my suggestion) no safe word.
I know this is all twisted. I already know I will be all PTSD with him from the first touch (like I have been with other guys in the past). And I know I don't have to be ashamed of it with him because he's admitted that it turns him on. I also know that he may rape me that weekend. But is that what I want? Why am I doing this? What do I hope to glean from this experience? Will it be therapeutic? Will I "feel better" afterwards and be able to move on with my life? Or will I be traumatized? I'm so confused. But I feel I NEED to do this. And I NEED to do it this way-- to safe words, no control, no way to stop what might happen to me.
