I have been saddened by the recent threads on violence and sexual assault and I had largely withdrawn from the discussion because they are not doing anything other than polarising something which should not divide us in this way. It is deeply depressing. But I have been led to try again because people have shared some very personal experiences and those should not be dismissed. They do teach us something, and playground insults back and forth don't achieve that. This issue is important to me. I have not chosen to vote in the sexual assault poll, because I do not think such a poll can have any meaningful results, even in principle: but anecdotes honestly shared may do. And so as a prelude to these remarks I will also share: I do not find this easy. I am generally a private person and this is not something I have discussed. So if you find it funny, or my perceptions unreasonable, then I do ask you to couch any response with some respect for me: even it you wish to criticise my actions. [/ pathetic attempt at self-protection]
I have had a place of my own from quite an early age, and I live in a city. I have relatives who live much further north, and from time to time they have friends who need to overnight in my town- to go to a concert or to get an early flight on holiday or whatever. And sometimes other friends also had people who needed a bed for the night for various reasons. I was always willing to offer this: I was aware it might not be wholly sensible but what counts as sense for women strikes me as life-limiting: it is based on fear and I do not think that fear is proportionate to the risk. You may disagree: but that is what I believe. And for a long time I had no reason to change my mind.
On one occasion I was out with my friend and her boyfriend. His brother was also there and he lived out of town. The plan was he would travel home but we were having a good time and he did not leave in time to get the last train. That happens. We were all drinking. I had a spare bed and they did not: and it seemed reasonable to me that he should stay at my place rather than theirs. I honestly thought little about this: it was not so unusual. I do not flirt and he had made no move to make me think there was anything on his mind. And so I took him home.
When I used to do this I sometimes made a point of setting out clearly what was on offer: it was a little insulting but I sometimes found it necessary: and occasionally that needed to be re-iterated when we got to my home. It was never any more than having to state it (firmly. just a few times) and it was not something I always did cos it did strike me as a little presumptuous: it is not my experience that men are not fussy, frankly.
On this occasion I did not do this. We had been drinking, as I said. I made coffee when we got to my flat and after a bit of unimportant chat he fell asleep in my living room. So I did what you do: I put a duvet over him and went to bed.
I was soundly asleep. I did not hear the door open. I knew he was there when he climbed into my bed.I was half awake: I remember asking what he was doing and saying he was in the wrong room. I wasn't that worried - he had been drunk and he got lost in a strange (though very small) flat. I thought. But he did not speak to me. He got into my bed and he made it plain he intended to have sex. I came fully awake. I got scared. He would not speak and he just carried on. I shut up. I offered no resistance at all. I was paralysed - maybe it was shock, or maybe I am not very assertive. It is still a surprise to me. I did not think I would react like that, and as I choose to see myself I still cannot believe it: but that is what happened. I lay there and allowed this to happen and I was terrified.
He did not hurt me. He did not speak to me and when he was done he fell asleep quite quickly. And I just lay there for a while. My bed was in what is called a recess so there were walls on three sides. And he was on the open side. I was afraid to try to get out.
I could not stay there, obviously. I eventually realised he was well out of it and I climbed over him and out. I did not cry or anything: I think I was frozen. But I did shower. For ages and ages. I could not get the smell of him off me. And that smell was the most repulsive thing I have ever smelled. I do not know if there was something wrong with him: probably not. But that is the truth - his semen stank to my perception. And so did I.
I did not know what to do and I am sorry to say that I stayed in the bathroom with the door locked and I did not come out till I heard him leave. And he did leave in the morning, some time. I heard him go and I was still afraid to come out. But I had to of course. And he was gone.
My own response to some of the questions raised in the other thread:
I did not become aroused: I know that some women do but I did not
I did not see it as rape. I had offered no real resistance and since he did not threaten me I could not be sure he would not have stopped if I had: so I felt responsible. At the same time I knew I had been raped. I cannot explain that any better: part of me was seeing it as I had been raised to see it: and part of me knew better. I know that is not very clear but I can do no better
I am not sure what he thought it was: I was conscious that he might have thought I had allowed him to come home with me for sex; and he might have thought he had reneged on his part of the bargain when he fell asleep. I had not had the "ground rules" conversation you see: and it is possible he saw things quite differently
I was very sure that people would think it served me right. I took him home and I did not really know him. We are not supposed to do that. I knew it. I chose to take that risk and that was my responsibility. I could not bear the fact that all the things I had been brought up to believe about men had this degree of truth and I could hear "I told you so" in my head.
I no longer take men home: if you are male and you are stuck in my city without a bed you will not stay in my home. Sorry. I am aware that is wholly irrational. It is confirmation bias at work, I do realise. I had many instances where that did not happen and only one where it did. But "one-trial-learning" exists and I cannot overcome it no matter how ridiculous it appears to me in objective terms.
I wholly resent the limitation this puts on my freedom to be the kind of person I want to be: but I cannot help it. It has changed my life. I still take some risks: I still try very hard not to stereotype on the basis of gender. But I am more afraid of men than I used to be and that is not fully under my control.
Right. I am not sure if that is of any relevance to what I wish to discuss: but it is what I have to share and I want to use it as a background for what I hope will be a rather more objective thread than we have seen so far
I have said many times in various threads here that the fear of violence and sexual assault is very real for women: it affects our day to day lives so profoundly that we do not always notice it is even there. Many do not invite men to stay the night ( well sensible lassies don't)even if the man is stuck for a bed; and most do not go out without making certain how we will get home: many women do not go out alone much at all. If we are out alone at night most of us are very alert and (if sober) we walk purposefully and we do not feel comfortable if there is a man on the street. Some of us have realised that how you dress makes no difference at all: and so young women are often "provocative", as it was described in another thread. Good if that is what they want to do: perhaps it is the same kind of stance I was making, differently expressed. Or not. I cannot speak for other women as individuals. These are just a few examples and they do not apply to us all: but we have all been brought up with a lot of mythology and it is in some ways the same mythology that men are brought up with. It is not true - rape is not a crime perpetrated against a lone women on the street by a stranger: not usually. But that is the fear that informs a lot of what we do: that is "real rape" as we have been taught. And it is also what men have been taught: I have no doubt that things have moved on and that we all know this is a myth: but we do not overcome such myths easily and that one lingers. And of course you cannot prove a negative: since we go to such lengths to avoid that situation we cannot know how often it would happen if we didn't: so it never goes away.
My argument is that for women rape of all sorts is an overblown but very real fear: and I would like men to truly understand this. When we argue very forcefully that it is so, some men seem to hear "you are a violent rapist": and that is not at all what is being said: at least by me. I am honestly trying to express how this looks from my point of view. We have made a lot of progress: 50 years ago none of the woman's perspective was heard at all. I am in awe of the brave women who gave us the voice we have now. The law only changed very recently and the underlying attitudes are still strong. That is why the attrition rate in rape cases is so high, imo: and it is why women like me are so afraid of some of the arguments raised not least on this board.
As a counter to that I have to also acknowledge that the fear of false accusation is very real for men. It is also overblown: also a myth in the same sense. But I have spoken to many men and it is clear to me that this is just as real for them. Women need to understand that; perhaps most do, but I can say I did not for a long time: it was not part of my upbringing. We are all better at understanding those things which are immediately threatening to us: less good at seeing other people's real fears. So when men raise that spectre in discussion what I hear most easily is "you are lying slut". And I do not think that is what they are trying to say either.
With such a dialogue it is hardly surprising both sides get angry: and we see daft arguments which it is hard to see as honest. For my own part the redefinition of violence so that it is equal for both genders is very hard to hear: because men do kill and rape women in big numbers and that is not true the other way around: yes it happens that women murder and maim men. And there are some cases where women rape men; I have no doubt. But for me these fears are not very strong in men because I do not see it modify their behaviour. I may be wrong about that: perhaps they really do fear to take a woman home in case she rapes them or murders them: but I do not see that.
I do see that some men modify their behaviour for fear of false allegations: and if they fear to take a woman home it is more likely that is the source of that fear. Again I may be wrong. But if that is correct then we are not going to make any progress in understanding each other if we try to equate two very different things: I find it hard to believe that anyone really believes women are as dangerous as men, in physical terms; and so I suspect a different agenda when that is brought up. I am sorry if that is incorrect and the men who raise it are truly physically scared: but it is honestly difficult for me to take that at face value and it looks like changing the subject, from where I am sitting. I am aware that many men feel they are dismissed unheard and that women get all the sympathy: if that is true it is very new. I do not think it is true, as it happens. But the fact that they feel that way also interests me and I wonder why this happens? And I would like an honest discussion if it possible to have one. I don't want this thread to turn into a train wreck. So if anyone is interested in having this discussion and trying to understand each other better then I would like to hear from you: but I do not want any more mudslinging. It is an emotive issue for us all.
And if this thread could be moved to a private area I would be very glad: but I have chosen to put this up without any such expectation and that too is my responsibility.
I have had a place of my own from quite an early age, and I live in a city. I have relatives who live much further north, and from time to time they have friends who need to overnight in my town- to go to a concert or to get an early flight on holiday or whatever. And sometimes other friends also had people who needed a bed for the night for various reasons. I was always willing to offer this: I was aware it might not be wholly sensible but what counts as sense for women strikes me as life-limiting: it is based on fear and I do not think that fear is proportionate to the risk. You may disagree: but that is what I believe. And for a long time I had no reason to change my mind.
On one occasion I was out with my friend and her boyfriend. His brother was also there and he lived out of town. The plan was he would travel home but we were having a good time and he did not leave in time to get the last train. That happens. We were all drinking. I had a spare bed and they did not: and it seemed reasonable to me that he should stay at my place rather than theirs. I honestly thought little about this: it was not so unusual. I do not flirt and he had made no move to make me think there was anything on his mind. And so I took him home.
When I used to do this I sometimes made a point of setting out clearly what was on offer: it was a little insulting but I sometimes found it necessary: and occasionally that needed to be re-iterated when we got to my home. It was never any more than having to state it (firmly. just a few times) and it was not something I always did cos it did strike me as a little presumptuous: it is not my experience that men are not fussy, frankly.
On this occasion I did not do this. We had been drinking, as I said. I made coffee when we got to my flat and after a bit of unimportant chat he fell asleep in my living room. So I did what you do: I put a duvet over him and went to bed.
I was soundly asleep. I did not hear the door open. I knew he was there when he climbed into my bed.I was half awake: I remember asking what he was doing and saying he was in the wrong room. I wasn't that worried - he had been drunk and he got lost in a strange (though very small) flat. I thought. But he did not speak to me. He got into my bed and he made it plain he intended to have sex. I came fully awake. I got scared. He would not speak and he just carried on. I shut up. I offered no resistance at all. I was paralysed - maybe it was shock, or maybe I am not very assertive. It is still a surprise to me. I did not think I would react like that, and as I choose to see myself I still cannot believe it: but that is what happened. I lay there and allowed this to happen and I was terrified.
He did not hurt me. He did not speak to me and when he was done he fell asleep quite quickly. And I just lay there for a while. My bed was in what is called a recess so there were walls on three sides. And he was on the open side. I was afraid to try to get out.
I could not stay there, obviously. I eventually realised he was well out of it and I climbed over him and out. I did not cry or anything: I think I was frozen. But I did shower. For ages and ages. I could not get the smell of him off me. And that smell was the most repulsive thing I have ever smelled. I do not know if there was something wrong with him: probably not. But that is the truth - his semen stank to my perception. And so did I.
I did not know what to do and I am sorry to say that I stayed in the bathroom with the door locked and I did not come out till I heard him leave. And he did leave in the morning, some time. I heard him go and I was still afraid to come out. But I had to of course. And he was gone.
My own response to some of the questions raised in the other thread:
I did not become aroused: I know that some women do but I did not
I did not see it as rape. I had offered no real resistance and since he did not threaten me I could not be sure he would not have stopped if I had: so I felt responsible. At the same time I knew I had been raped. I cannot explain that any better: part of me was seeing it as I had been raised to see it: and part of me knew better. I know that is not very clear but I can do no better
I am not sure what he thought it was: I was conscious that he might have thought I had allowed him to come home with me for sex; and he might have thought he had reneged on his part of the bargain when he fell asleep. I had not had the "ground rules" conversation you see: and it is possible he saw things quite differently
I was very sure that people would think it served me right. I took him home and I did not really know him. We are not supposed to do that. I knew it. I chose to take that risk and that was my responsibility. I could not bear the fact that all the things I had been brought up to believe about men had this degree of truth and I could hear "I told you so" in my head.
I no longer take men home: if you are male and you are stuck in my city without a bed you will not stay in my home. Sorry. I am aware that is wholly irrational. It is confirmation bias at work, I do realise. I had many instances where that did not happen and only one where it did. But "one-trial-learning" exists and I cannot overcome it no matter how ridiculous it appears to me in objective terms.
I wholly resent the limitation this puts on my freedom to be the kind of person I want to be: but I cannot help it. It has changed my life. I still take some risks: I still try very hard not to stereotype on the basis of gender. But I am more afraid of men than I used to be and that is not fully under my control.
Right. I am not sure if that is of any relevance to what I wish to discuss: but it is what I have to share and I want to use it as a background for what I hope will be a rather more objective thread than we have seen so far
I have said many times in various threads here that the fear of violence and sexual assault is very real for women: it affects our day to day lives so profoundly that we do not always notice it is even there. Many do not invite men to stay the night ( well sensible lassies don't)even if the man is stuck for a bed; and most do not go out without making certain how we will get home: many women do not go out alone much at all. If we are out alone at night most of us are very alert and (if sober) we walk purposefully and we do not feel comfortable if there is a man on the street. Some of us have realised that how you dress makes no difference at all: and so young women are often "provocative", as it was described in another thread. Good if that is what they want to do: perhaps it is the same kind of stance I was making, differently expressed. Or not. I cannot speak for other women as individuals. These are just a few examples and they do not apply to us all: but we have all been brought up with a lot of mythology and it is in some ways the same mythology that men are brought up with. It is not true - rape is not a crime perpetrated against a lone women on the street by a stranger: not usually. But that is the fear that informs a lot of what we do: that is "real rape" as we have been taught. And it is also what men have been taught: I have no doubt that things have moved on and that we all know this is a myth: but we do not overcome such myths easily and that one lingers. And of course you cannot prove a negative: since we go to such lengths to avoid that situation we cannot know how often it would happen if we didn't: so it never goes away.
My argument is that for women rape of all sorts is an overblown but very real fear: and I would like men to truly understand this. When we argue very forcefully that it is so, some men seem to hear "you are a violent rapist": and that is not at all what is being said: at least by me. I am honestly trying to express how this looks from my point of view. We have made a lot of progress: 50 years ago none of the woman's perspective was heard at all. I am in awe of the brave women who gave us the voice we have now. The law only changed very recently and the underlying attitudes are still strong. That is why the attrition rate in rape cases is so high, imo: and it is why women like me are so afraid of some of the arguments raised not least on this board.
As a counter to that I have to also acknowledge that the fear of false accusation is very real for men. It is also overblown: also a myth in the same sense. But I have spoken to many men and it is clear to me that this is just as real for them. Women need to understand that; perhaps most do, but I can say I did not for a long time: it was not part of my upbringing. We are all better at understanding those things which are immediately threatening to us: less good at seeing other people's real fears. So when men raise that spectre in discussion what I hear most easily is "you are lying slut". And I do not think that is what they are trying to say either.
With such a dialogue it is hardly surprising both sides get angry: and we see daft arguments which it is hard to see as honest. For my own part the redefinition of violence so that it is equal for both genders is very hard to hear: because men do kill and rape women in big numbers and that is not true the other way around: yes it happens that women murder and maim men. And there are some cases where women rape men; I have no doubt. But for me these fears are not very strong in men because I do not see it modify their behaviour. I may be wrong about that: perhaps they really do fear to take a woman home in case she rapes them or murders them: but I do not see that.
I do see that some men modify their behaviour for fear of false allegations: and if they fear to take a woman home it is more likely that is the source of that fear. Again I may be wrong. But if that is correct then we are not going to make any progress in understanding each other if we try to equate two very different things: I find it hard to believe that anyone really believes women are as dangerous as men, in physical terms; and so I suspect a different agenda when that is brought up. I am sorry if that is incorrect and the men who raise it are truly physically scared: but it is honestly difficult for me to take that at face value and it looks like changing the subject, from where I am sitting. I am aware that many men feel they are dismissed unheard and that women get all the sympathy: if that is true it is very new. I do not think it is true, as it happens. But the fact that they feel that way also interests me and I wonder why this happens? And I would like an honest discussion if it possible to have one. I don't want this thread to turn into a train wreck. So if anyone is interested in having this discussion and trying to understand each other better then I would like to hear from you: but I do not want any more mudslinging. It is an emotive issue for us all.
And if this thread could be moved to a private area I would be very glad: but I have chosen to put this up without any such expectation and that too is my responsibility.