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I don't know what to think of myself right now. A lot of me hates myself, some of me wants to die. Just a few hours ago, I had locked myself in a room with the only thing I needed to bring my own life to an end. I have my own supports but unfortunately this was the only time nobody was available in the way I needed them. What brought me here started a few days ago.
I was walking out of class and saw a girl glancing at me while she was with her friend. I wasn't going to say anything to her but we ended up going in the same direction and her friend had to go another way and she looked back at me and giggled a bit. I smiled and said hi. The conversation took off from there and I left with her number ultimately deciding it would be a bad idea to pursue her because she gave me a bad gut feeling. Something just seemed off, but she was also my type. So I hung onto the number and sent an icebreaker text. Then two days later on a Friday night around 10pm she invites me over. I stop and think about it but ultimately decided to go because she had hit me up when I was very much in the mood. I go and everything starts off good.
She lets me into her dorm and it's just me and her. We talk for a bit and end up making out, then making out in bed. I guess that was my way of moving things forward with her. She says she doesn't want to go any further, so I don't initially go any further. We just kiss for a bit. Then after a bit, I try moving things forward again by trying to remove her corsette straps and I do so very slowly, only moving them down halfway and feeling her breasts over her top while she's grinding a bit on my leg. I took this much as at least as yellow light but it really hit home when she kept saying "it's ok" to me. I wasn't entirely sure what she was refering to but she kept saying it and I could see her now saying that to herself while looking at me but also as refering to going all the way. I don't know. Then she sits up and explains she forgot she had to study for an exam just as her friend knocks on the door. From there I pretty much got the boot out the door and was as polite as I could've been.
I was later told she had texted that friend to come stop things because she was uncomfortable. Her phone was behind me so I don't know if that's true but I guess she could've had a smart watch or something. It seems like that would probably be true though. I was also later told that her and her friend went to campus police after the fact but that nothing was filed, it seems like they weren't really taken seriously there. Which bothers me because that points out some problems with our local police, but I'm also somewhat grateful for it in this instance. Afterward they met with some campus officials, filed for a "no contact" form with our campus. Which means, neither of us are allowed to talk about this (at least in an identifying way I think) or contact each other or risk suspension. Nothing further is to happen with this, it stays with the campus and does not go on academic record or anything.
I was not made aware of this until today (Monday), but the day after I got the boot (Saturday) I texted her that I had nice time hanging out with her warmly and got no response (go figure).
I realize that I am in a position where most guys would say "Count your lucky stars and move on with your life. Try not to let this happen again." but for me, this is particularly tough as I am personally a survivor of sexual assault myself and have always been active in trying to help other survivors. It's basically a core aspect of how I see myself. I've also been working closely with the campus make the campus a better environment and now I find myself feeling like I am threat to my cause. It makes me have an immense hatred for myself and I have no rationalization for any this because from what I heard she told the entire truth. I simply mistook a red light for a yellow light and made her uncomfortable. I feel awful about that. I want nothing more than to talk to her about it, try to comfort her, and apologize, try to clear some things up. I think a found a loophole that would allow me to go through official channels to have mediated conversation with her if she's okay with that, but I have so many doubts about that actually still coming to fruition. Still, trying makes me feel somewhat better though. I don't know.
I've been spiraling all day because of this and that led me to trying to get myself intentionally drink myself death while locked in my bathroom. I've been successful at doing so before, which only didn't work by a miracle of someone running errands at just the right time.
This time, I just sat there and starred at the booze and tried convincing myself to do it. I was so close, but I ended up picking up the phone and calling a friend instead. I just layed there for a while afterward, and only just pulled myself away from the bathroom. I took a minute and gathered myself then went and gave away the booze to some very delighted neighbors. And have slowly been getting myself to feel better in the hours since. However, I'm still struggling to see this in a way that doesn't make me feel like a fucking hypocritical monster.
Don't tell me to see a professional, I've already reached out and nobody is available until a week from now. And yes, mental health has been a lifelong struggle for me however until lately I've been in a really good place. If I wasn't I wouldn't writing this. Anyway until next week, I need to live with this. I'm here for whatever support or advice I can find that hasn't already occurred to me. This is a place that is familiar with accusations so I thought this would be an appropriate place to bring this for now.
I was walking out of class and saw a girl glancing at me while she was with her friend. I wasn't going to say anything to her but we ended up going in the same direction and her friend had to go another way and she looked back at me and giggled a bit. I smiled and said hi. The conversation took off from there and I left with her number ultimately deciding it would be a bad idea to pursue her because she gave me a bad gut feeling. Something just seemed off, but she was also my type. So I hung onto the number and sent an icebreaker text. Then two days later on a Friday night around 10pm she invites me over. I stop and think about it but ultimately decided to go because she had hit me up when I was very much in the mood. I go and everything starts off good.
She lets me into her dorm and it's just me and her. We talk for a bit and end up making out, then making out in bed. I guess that was my way of moving things forward with her. She says she doesn't want to go any further, so I don't initially go any further. We just kiss for a bit. Then after a bit, I try moving things forward again by trying to remove her corsette straps and I do so very slowly, only moving them down halfway and feeling her breasts over her top while she's grinding a bit on my leg. I took this much as at least as yellow light but it really hit home when she kept saying "it's ok" to me. I wasn't entirely sure what she was refering to but she kept saying it and I could see her now saying that to herself while looking at me but also as refering to going all the way. I don't know. Then she sits up and explains she forgot she had to study for an exam just as her friend knocks on the door. From there I pretty much got the boot out the door and was as polite as I could've been.
I was later told she had texted that friend to come stop things because she was uncomfortable. Her phone was behind me so I don't know if that's true but I guess she could've had a smart watch or something. It seems like that would probably be true though. I was also later told that her and her friend went to campus police after the fact but that nothing was filed, it seems like they weren't really taken seriously there. Which bothers me because that points out some problems with our local police, but I'm also somewhat grateful for it in this instance. Afterward they met with some campus officials, filed for a "no contact" form with our campus. Which means, neither of us are allowed to talk about this (at least in an identifying way I think) or contact each other or risk suspension. Nothing further is to happen with this, it stays with the campus and does not go on academic record or anything.
I was not made aware of this until today (Monday), but the day after I got the boot (Saturday) I texted her that I had nice time hanging out with her warmly and got no response (go figure).
I realize that I am in a position where most guys would say "Count your lucky stars and move on with your life. Try not to let this happen again." but for me, this is particularly tough as I am personally a survivor of sexual assault myself and have always been active in trying to help other survivors. It's basically a core aspect of how I see myself. I've also been working closely with the campus make the campus a better environment and now I find myself feeling like I am threat to my cause. It makes me have an immense hatred for myself and I have no rationalization for any this because from what I heard she told the entire truth. I simply mistook a red light for a yellow light and made her uncomfortable. I feel awful about that. I want nothing more than to talk to her about it, try to comfort her, and apologize, try to clear some things up. I think a found a loophole that would allow me to go through official channels to have mediated conversation with her if she's okay with that, but I have so many doubts about that actually still coming to fruition. Still, trying makes me feel somewhat better though. I don't know.
I've been spiraling all day because of this and that led me to trying to get myself intentionally drink myself death while locked in my bathroom. I've been successful at doing so before, which only didn't work by a miracle of someone running errands at just the right time.
This time, I just sat there and starred at the booze and tried convincing myself to do it. I was so close, but I ended up picking up the phone and calling a friend instead. I just layed there for a while afterward, and only just pulled myself away from the bathroom. I took a minute and gathered myself then went and gave away the booze to some very delighted neighbors. And have slowly been getting myself to feel better in the hours since. However, I'm still struggling to see this in a way that doesn't make me feel like a fucking hypocritical monster.
Don't tell me to see a professional, I've already reached out and nobody is available until a week from now. And yes, mental health has been a lifelong struggle for me however until lately I've been in a really good place. If I wasn't I wouldn't writing this. Anyway until next week, I need to live with this. I'm here for whatever support or advice I can find that hasn't already occurred to me. This is a place that is familiar with accusations so I thought this would be an appropriate place to bring this for now.