|OK. I have serious reservations about doing this, but I'm going to come out here on DU.
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I was raped.
It happened when I was in the Navy. A group of three or four threw a blanket over me pinned me down and used a mop handle. I never saw my attackers, had no idea who they were, but I got to spend the rest of my time at sea wondering if every face I saw on that ship was one of them.
No, I did not report it; it was 1972, and we were in combat. Reporting it would have probably made my life a thousand times worse.
It was more than twenty years before I told anybody.
ETA: While I was seeking treatment through the VA, one psychiatrist I saw said in his report that that I was probably fabricating, or at least embellishing the story because the experience of being anally raped had not made me gay. I was shocked, but not nearly as shocked as the director of that facility when I showed her the report.
So, that is the kind of stuff you have to deal with.