I would like to share this in hopes that it may help both other women and myself. When I google my experience to find similar stories I see links to porn for men who fantasize about hurting us and it breaks my heart. I’m 25 and this happened to me at 18 and it always hurts, I think about it every day. I will never be able to afford therapy or medicine so I’m just trying to get through this on my own.
My #MeToo story is a little different because I’m transgender. Boys never asked me out on dates, in fact they would often be very mean to me. So mean in fact that I had to leave school at 15. But ever since middle school I would see how sweet guys treated the other girls and dream of having a boyfriend. All my teenage years I truly believed deep in my heart that since no guys ever wanted to date me that God was saving me for the man I would marry and spend my life with. And then one day when I was 17 I was introduced to a 26 year old man on Facebook who actually liked me! It was finally my time! After all these years I finally met him!
We talked and we Skyped a lot. I thought he was really sweet. I thought it was weird that he wanted to show me his penis so much but I just believed that’s how guys are. I just knew that God finally introduced me to the man he was saving for me. The man who made me feel lovable instead of laughable. The man who would love me despite me being transgender. For every transgender girl God makes a man who likes her and I finally got mine!
He lived in Detroit and my home is in East Tennessee. I was so excited to go to a big city and meet not only him but other girls like me! I always dreamed of meeting other transgender girls. So I was so excited and I told all my friends and they were all very happy for me.
Well I turned 18 and moved in with him. The night I got there he pulled his penis out and asked me to suck it. I kept saying not right now I don’t want to tonight. He kept trying to talk me into it over and over until I said I’m scared. Then he apologized. I was uncomfortable but I reckoned he expected it and it was a guy thing because guys get so horny.
Eventually we started talking about my virginity. I always dreamed of my first time being magical. Something I could look back on and smile. I always dreamed that he would be sweet and gentle with me. He kept asking to take my virginity but I told him I want to get married first.
One night he bought a lot of alcohol and being 18 I knew nothing about my limits. I drank until I passed out. I woke up with him inside me thrusting rough and hurting me. My first thought was “I don’t remember saying yes to this.” My second thought was that I should say “No. Stop.” My third thought was “If I tell him to stop it will officially be rape” and I couldn’t let it be rape. Those were the only thoughts I had the rest of the night.
I couldn’t come crawling back to a place I always dreamed of leaving saying that I was raped. I couldn’t let everything I believed about God saving the man for me be a lie. So I believed him when he said that I said yes to the sex and I stayed with him. Yes, I stayed with the man who raped me. Call me stupid and blame me for everything if you want because I feel stupid and blame myself. I didn’t accept that he raped my virginity away until more than a year later. I loved him though, he didn’t always treat me mean. But he did rape me more and he treated me like a servant. Eventually he started getting real mean and would call me names, as time went on he began beating me. At this point I knew he wasn’t the one for me but I still loved him, and leaving him was one of the hardest things I’ve ever accomplished.
When I finally had enough and left him I was homeless. A guy in a wheelchair let me stay at his house when he saw me sleeping behind a church. He had another homeless guy staying at his place too. One night he opened my bedroom door while I was almost asleep. I expected him to say something but instead he laid next to me and started poking my back with his penis. I was terrified and there was nothing I could do but freeze up. And he raped me. The next morning he just smiled at me and left. After that I finally had enough and moved back in with my parents.
I hope my story may help someone. I never thought men like this are so common. I never thought any of this would happen to me. And if a young transgender girl reads this I hope it will teach her to be cautious with men and who you’re around. Living with this your entire life is hard, especially when you can’t afford therapy. I know the world may feel so cold as a young transgender girl and you may cry seeing all your friends with their boyfriends but have no guy ever want to date you but the solution is not to fall in love with the first guy who makes you feel like you can be loved too. Thank you so much for reading may God bless you and help you recover from whatever pain a bad man has inflicted on you.
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