TRIGGER WARNING. Rape. My story. I saw a post like this so I wanted to make my own..

I was bored one day and I went on Omegle. I wasn't being sexual or anything, I was just having conversations with some people. This one guy and I were getting along really well and we exchanged kiks and snapchats. Completely innocent. (At this time I had a boyfriend) We stopped talking for a few months and one day, three months later, I got a snapchat from someone I didn't recognize just asking who I was. Turns out it was the guy from Omegle (We'll call him J). I still had a boyfriend at this time but I will still admit, I thought the guy was really hot. I found out he lived 45 minutes away from me and we started talking about meeting up. We had become very close, in a best friend way lol. He didn't like my boyfriend. He didn't think my boyfriend cared for me very much and he was right. I ended up breaking up with the guy and J and I started talking about possibly dating. We hadn't met in person yet though. I ended up going to a football game at his school and out to dinner before the game. After about 30 minutes at the game, we kissed. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I kissed him again and said yes. He also asked me to homecoming. I said yes again. We had amazingly strong chemistry and we were very passionate about each other and our relationship. We talked 24/7 and made plans on every weekend/ day off we had.

Neither of us had ever had sex before and we both knew we wanted to eventually. One day, I was over at his place after we had gone out to a nice lunch and he wanted me to watch his favorite movie. Like a lot of couples, we ignored the movie and made out for a little while. Things started heating up and clothes started coming off. He was being gentle and asking before he did anything, which was very comforting to me since the most I had ever done prior to meeting him was make out. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to continue and told me he did have protection if I wanted to. I said yes. And so we did.

About 20 minutes after all of that happened, he started talking about doing it again. 

I knew we did NOT have another condom so I changed the subject. He started trying to get me to say yes. Kissing me, touching me, saying everything would be okay. I agreed...at first. He was about to start when I sat up and told him, "I don't want to do this." He pushed me back down and told me, "No, we're doing it." I looked at him and told him, "No." He ignored me. I tried to move, but he was obviously very much stronger. He pinned my hands down with one hand and used the other hand to move me to where he wanted me. I tried to object again! But he quickly covered my mouth. Afterwards, I felt so unbelievably dirty and used. I didn't know what to do. When I finally did tell someone about it, I was told it was my mental illness making it seem like rape. They said, "We understand you might feel that way, as if it happened." No one to this day believes it actually happened.