I haven’t been raped - I successfully fought my attacker.
However, at times when I have mentioned the attempted rape I have been asked “how did you know he wanted to rape you?”
Well, fuck - I was in my own backyard on a Sunday afternoon when this goon grabs me from behind with an arm around my neck, drags me into the bushes, and starts trying to remove my clothes. I thought “impending rape” was a reasonable conclusion. And it’s not like the alternatives to rape for that scenario were going to be fun for me either. It sure felt like assault of *some *sort before he even finished dragging me into the bushes.
Just for the record - I hit him a bunch of times, but what made him drop me long enough for me to run like hell was the kick that broke his leg. The pity is, I’d been aiming for his testicles and missed, hitting his leg instead.
Still, I never said anything to anyone for years afterward. I was afraid I’d be brought up on assault charges myself, even if he was an intruder on home area. And yeah, I was pretty sure it was rape on his mind - I knew him from school, I was the first girl he ever attacked, just probably the first one to fight him off.
Anyhow, it sure convinced me that it could happen any time and any where. Perhaps, because I did defend myself, it still didn’t stop me from going places or doing things, though even today, over 30 years later, I tend to be quite wary when people approach me while I’m outside and I can’t stand people “surprising” me from behind - I do not find it funny. I still have the urge to go into “combat mode” if it happens. I’ve had a couple boyfriends who thought it was “fun” to grab a girl from behind without warning. It’s not, m’kay? Especially not to me. I have zero sense of humor about it. Zero.