Rape is Rape

Chloe Pedley Sep 7, 2014 3 comments 0

I lost my virginity to non-consensual sex. It's taken nearly 15 years to  call it rape.

It was summer, I was a teenager and I thought I was in love. He was charming, sweet, as sexually inexperienced as I was - and looking back; equally stupid. We had dated for a few hormone driven wonderful months and had at length teasingly discussed sex.

He had delightful, charming, disarming brown eyes and was forever telling me to be more self assured.

One February afternoon in the summer holidays we were making out and things were getting intense. As we fooled around and explored each other he rolled on top of me. At that point, I said no.

I told him I wasn't ready (I was three months shy of my 16th birthday, and I actually wanted to wait until the age of consent) He rolled off and we went back to making out, for a little bit. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me and penetrating me. I remember it hurting, and I remember wriggling away, putting a quick end to our steamy interlude.

He didn't hold me down.

He didn't mean to hurt me.

But he did rape me.

When Rape Isn't Violent It's Still Rape

After the fact he recognised what he did was wrong, and wrote a long and detailed letter explaining that he should have listened to me, that he should have respected me, and that he should have stopped when I said stop.

And he should have.

As with most teenage romances, we broke up shortly after and both went on to see other people. I stashed the letter in a box with other letters from him, and hid it in the back of my wardrobe.

Slut Shaming and Naughty Boys

My mother "stumbled across" the letter (read, hunted it out and found it when she was rifling through my private things!) and proceeded to tell me that if I was going to have sex I shouldn't lead boys along, that boys were driven by hormones and that essentially it was my fault that I was raped.

Because I wasn't hurt, because I wasn't beaten, or left bleeding and injured, it couldn't possibly be rape - and I must have been a wiling participant in the entire sex act.

But I was hurt. A boy I put my trust in with my most intimate experiences exploited them. My mother minimised my feelings and essentially called me a slut, and I learned as a naïve 15 year old that boys have all the power in a relationship.

My next relationship re-enforced those learnings, and I was violently held down and raped by my boyfriend. Even today, nearly 15 years later I can't talk about it without feeling scared,  triggered, and sick to the stomach.

Just because rape doesn't leave a woman (or man) injured visibly does not make it less damaging. Rape is rape, and rape is wrong.

One of my abusers was a naïve 16 year old boy, who had self entitlement issues, and meant no real harm in his actions. He was remorseful, and deeply apologetic - but he raped me, and society essentially permitted him to do it. He was just a naughty boy who was overcome by his teenage hormones.

To which I say fuck that shit.

The only type of sex that is OK is enthusiastically consensual sex.

The type of sex where both partners are enthusiastically into it and participating actively.

If you're not sure - it isn't enthusiastic.

If you're not sure - simply ask. You'll get the answer that makes you sure - any hesitation means NO.

 

 

Chloe Pedley
Founder at Polkadotsi
Chloe is the founder of Polkadotsi, mother of four little boys, and wife and lover to a magnificent husband.
She's interested in all things sex and sexuality, and seeks to make a positive difference in the world by education.

Chloe is the founder of Polkadotsi, mother of four little boys, and wife and lover to a magnificent husband. She's interested in all things sex and sexuality, and seeks to make a positive difference in the world by education.