Wiltedrose2394
April 14th, 2012, 02:01 PM
I don't know if you would call my relationship with him "abusive".
When I was 13, my mother met this really great guy. He was everything to her that my father had not been. It was all going great and dandy; and then I met his son.
His son, whom we will just address as "Bob", was ok at first. He was this tall, gangly oversized 15 year old boy. And, just like many teen boys, he was super obnoxious and loud, but still seemed funny and decent to me.
It started out as an innocent question: he asked "hey do you have the movie roadhouse?"
"no. Why?" I said
"there's some great sex and nudie scenes in that movie. I want to show them to you."
Ummmmmm...... That struck me as odd but I just brushed it off. From there it progressed; I'm heavy, and he would tease me for that. Then he would turn around and say something like "let's see how much of that (usually a pencil or Popsicle or banana, etc) you can swallow at once. I treated it all like fun and games; but he was dead serious. From there he started touching me and saying dirty things to me. From there he had me perform oral sex, handjobs, etc.
Then one day we were outside playing in the snow. It was the middle of winter and it was already dark out. Then he asked the big question: "Do you want to do it?"
After some reluctance, I agreed. I was so curious; I had seen porn, but I had never even had my first real kiss.
So he lead me down to the treelike and had me lie in the snow with my pants down. (as you can imagine it was super freezing).
We did it.
For three years it persisted. Often time I would feel guilty and say that I wasn't in the mood, to which his response was to come over and start touching me and groping me anyway. So after him literally begging me for 20 minutes, I was just like "fine do it! When you are done, you have stop groping me. I would just let him.
At this point in time we had all moved into a small house. This happened at least once or twic a week, and when it was done he would spend the rest of the night calling me a whore, slut, etc.
He would sometimes get his hollies from making
E do these things while our parents were in the other room. Or when we were in public. As time wen on, he got nastier and nastier, occasionally resorting to physical force or mild violence. Once he grabbed me by the hair when I was on the way to the toilet and made me pee where I stood (which happened to be over the cat litter box). He pushed me off my bed when we were done once.
Then I went to the psych ward. After three years of that relationship, I came out and said something. Then it stopped. I very rarely tell people that hw ever used force. I'm not sure if it was exactly "rape" because of the situation we were in.
Any thoughts on this? Was this abuse or something else?
When I was 13, my mother met this really great guy. He was everything to her that my father had not been. It was all going great and dandy; and then I met his son.
His son, whom we will just address as "Bob", was ok at first. He was this tall, gangly oversized 15 year old boy. And, just like many teen boys, he was super obnoxious and loud, but still seemed funny and decent to me.
It started out as an innocent question: he asked "hey do you have the movie roadhouse?"
"no. Why?" I said
"there's some great sex and nudie scenes in that movie. I want to show them to you."
Ummmmmm...... That struck me as odd but I just brushed it off. From there it progressed; I'm heavy, and he would tease me for that. Then he would turn around and say something like "let's see how much of that (usually a pencil or Popsicle or banana, etc) you can swallow at once. I treated it all like fun and games; but he was dead serious. From there he started touching me and saying dirty things to me. From there he had me perform oral sex, handjobs, etc.
Then one day we were outside playing in the snow. It was the middle of winter and it was already dark out. Then he asked the big question: "Do you want to do it?"
After some reluctance, I agreed. I was so curious; I had seen porn, but I had never even had my first real kiss.
So he lead me down to the treelike and had me lie in the snow with my pants down. (as you can imagine it was super freezing).
We did it.
For three years it persisted. Often time I would feel guilty and say that I wasn't in the mood, to which his response was to come over and start touching me and groping me anyway. So after him literally begging me for 20 minutes, I was just like "fine do it! When you are done, you have stop groping me. I would just let him.
At this point in time we had all moved into a small house. This happened at least once or twic a week, and when it was done he would spend the rest of the night calling me a whore, slut, etc.
He would sometimes get his hollies from making
E do these things while our parents were in the other room. Or when we were in public. As time wen on, he got nastier and nastier, occasionally resorting to physical force or mild violence. Once he grabbed me by the hair when I was on the way to the toilet and made me pee where I stood (which happened to be over the cat litter box). He pushed me off my bed when we were done once.
Then I went to the psych ward. After three years of that relationship, I came out and said something. Then it stopped. I very rarely tell people that hw ever used force. I'm not sure if it was exactly "rape" because of the situation we were in.
Any thoughts on this? Was this abuse or something else?