I was drugged and tied to a chair by the woman I had spent six years with, and violated by one of her female friends in front of a room full of strangers because my so-called fiancee thought that would be an appropriate way to break up with me. I remember screaming that I loved her, stammering to this strange girl that I didn't want to have sex with her and that the only person I loved was my girlfriend. It didn't stop her. A year later I have not been able to even bring myself to try a relationship again. I have gone through counseling, become a full-fledged alcoholic and am now struggling to recover, been on the verge of suicide three times, and have had my faith in humanity completely shattered.
And you know what kind of responses I get? From guys: "I bet you enjoyed it." "You lucky b*stard." "Hahahaha." From women: "You got an erection so obviously it wasn't rape." "You cheated on your fiancee right in front of her?" "It's not rape, men can't get raped."
I cannot begin to express how badly damaged I am from this experience, nor can I express the stigma to even speaking about it, because I am either congratulated, laughed at, or scorned. Until society starts realizing that not all men are sex-crazed animals with no feelings, this attitude will prevail and people like me will have nowhere to speak up but forums like the coli.
