Firstly, I was speaking of rapes done by someone the “survivor” knew, not so much stranger rape, when I said that people who had this happen to them stood a higher chance of it happening again. Those chances are reduced if the person seeks counseling, and learns what they can do to be stronger, and grow healthy. Otherwise, it’s as if the denial about the truth of the event (s) blinds the person enough that they don’t see the warning signs so they can avoid it happening again. This isn’t as I’ve said, every case. I’m sure it’s the opposite in some cases. But it is the case sometimes.
Mr2001 Yes, Dr. Drew on Loveline is correct. Since you brought this concept up, I’ll share a bit of what else caused my weakness to abusive relationships. None of my relatives did anything to me. (These events are older than my loss of my virginity, and I’ve had more counseling and time to deal with them. It’s not quite as hard to talk about them, one of the reasons for this is because I wasn’t close to the people that did these things.) However, we lived in a slum for a time, (a small town slum, a river town slum) and as a grade school kid I was exposed to things.
Like the teenage guy that lived a few blocks over from me (I want to say 19, but don’t know if that’s correct) who offered to show me his puppy, but instead (much to my puzzlement) put me on his bed, laid on top of me, and told me he wasn’t going to let me go until I gave him my pussy. I was maybe in 1st grade, and I thought “pussy” was just another name for kitty, like in “Puss in Boots”. I didn’t want to give my pet away, and he was squashing me. So, I cried and told him he was squashing me. He got up, and looked scared, and let me go.
Fortunately for me, I got away (No harm done, right?) and came home crying and told my mom when she asked what had happened to make me cry. I heard he went to jail, but I didn’t have to testify in court, just told the police officer what happened. That was a hard thing to do, I was scared, but my mom said I had to do the “right thing” and “tell the truth”. I don’t know if he went to trial or not. If he did, they didn’t have me testify. That was also a factor that made it easier for me to be in an abusive relationship. Mom got me to counseling for it, and my father, meaning well, told me if any other strange boy tried something like that I was to call for help, I was to scream “Rape”. So, the idea that only a stranger would do that was put in my mind too. I had nightmares after that, where I’d wake up yelling “Rape”. They quit by the time I was in 3rd grade though. That’s all I remember about it, I don’t think he penetrated me, because I don’t remember going to the doctor and getting any kind of exam that was different than usual.
There were other things, like the guy across the street asking me if I wanted “candy” while he was making strange hand gestures. Years I later realized he was masturbating, AND IT WAS GREEN WHEN IT CAME OUT, I saw it trickle down his hand! I don’t think it’s a distorted memory, it just stuck in my mind because it was so odd, and I couldn’t understand at the time what it meant. No, I didn’t go over to him, he was a in a small shed with the door open, close to the street. I was heading home for supper, my mom was calling me. This was about the same time that teenage guy did what he did.
Or, the old man, who kissed me strangely when I went to visit my mom with my dad and little brother in the hospital, who was sick with an ulcer. (She’d lost so much blood I found out later, that she needed a transfusion.) Only one person at a time could go in to see her, so I had to wait in the waiting room. This man didn’t kiss my cheek, he kissed my mouth, and called it sugar, and put his hands on my bare thigh. (I was wearing shorts.) I went away from him, feeling stupid. I stayed away, and ran when he came close to me. I don’t know where my brother was at the time, maybe going to buy a soda across the hospital. He left me alone after I ran.
I was almost 10, and knew what he’d done was “bad touching” but I didn’t tell because I didn’t want to get into trouble. He’d said something like “Hey little girl, come here.” or something like that. I was taught to obey grown ups, and so I went to see what he wanted, he pulled me onto his lap, and kissed me. I don’t know why I thought I’d get into trouble, except maybe (looking back) it was more I didn’t want to “make trouble” and worry dad again. Escpecially my dad, mom could handle things like that, oddly enough, and she’s the one that’s a terrible worrier. I think I just didn’t want any more upheaval, and thought that if I didn’t tell, it would be ok. I also thought I wouldn’t be believed because he “just kissed me”.
Those were molestations/sexual assualts. They contributed to what happened later.
Why didn’t I run at 13? He was my boyfriend, I trusted him, I was “in love” with him. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? He cared about me, didn’t he? That’s why I didn’t those first 15 minutes or so, then shock kept me from thinking straight, and taking better action after that. I know that it made a bigger impact on me because I knew him, and trusted him, and thought he respected and loved me.
All of that, and more are contributing factors. Yes, I’ve been through extensive counseling, and am continuing. It does make you more likely to put up with shit that most people wouldn’t. Not everyone does, but the chances of someone who’s been sexually assualted at a young age of being in an abusive relationship (not necessarily a dating relationship) are noticeably higher because they just “put up with it” and don’t stand up for themselves. If they don’t take steps to heal, and get the strength to stand up for themselves, they are open to being taken advantage of again, in more than one way. I know I put up with a lot of shit from more than one person, not just the guy I married, I had “friends” that were abusive users too. I’m still healing.