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Edited on Fri Jul-13-07 04:08 AM by Darth_Ole
About two hours ago (that's around 2:30 a.m.), I received a phone call from a friend of mine. This friend is a gay man in his early 20's and is currently in grad school... He has a quirky personality, so it didn't surprise me that he'd be calling me that early in the morning. It even sounded like he was drunk, so I assumed he'd been out at a bar and accidentally hit my number on his cellphone.
But instead, the first thing he said to me, in his intoxicated state, was that he'd been "talking with a girl named Lanetta about rape, and it was comforting to know that someone else had been through the same thing. But we're OK."
I wanted to make sure my ears weren't playing tricks on me, so I asked him to repeat it. He said, "Lanetta and I were at a bar earlier, and talking about how we've both been raped, but we're doing OK." He then joked about how he was drunk and hoped I could understand him.
I was astonished and was immediately overwhelmed with what to say, because I'd never had this conversation with a friend of mine. I asked him when this happened, and he said last October, and he then went into a gutwrenching description of the incident. He said he was at a gay bar, and a younger boy bought him a drink, which turned out to be drugged. Then this guy took him into the restroom and proceeded to rape him, and then my friend kept yelling at him to stop and even clawed at this boy's eyes.
Let me point out that this person and I have been friends for a number of years, and since I'm bisexual, I obviously didn't think twice about the homosexual aspect to all of this. So all of a sudden, he stopped himself, then burst into tears, and yelled, "Oh god!! I just realized who I'm talking to! I hope you don't think less of me!"
I frantically assured him that I didn't, that as a friend he meant the world to me, and that I have no right to judge him or anyone else, and that he was allowed to call me anytime of day about anything he wanted. That seemed to comfort him, and then he said (still obviously crying), that he wasn't bothered anymore, and was going to deal with it.
I told him I think he has convinced himself that he isn't bothered by it, that anyone who calls up a friend nine months after an incident this happened, still obviously has it on his mind, and I spent a long time telling him he needed to find professional counseling, possibly from people at his university.
He refused, saying that he could deal with it, which I judged as being only partially the reason he didn't want to find help. I remembered reading astounding statistics some time ago of the large number of rapes that go unreported because the victims don't feel safe or feel that they are guilty. So I asked him as much, and he said yes he felt guilty because he "should have fought harder" and "shouldn't have had that drink." I tried my goddamn hardest to convince him he has no reason to blame himself, and that the only person to blame is the son of a bitch who took advantage of his body and his free will by drugging him. I tried so hard to convince him it wasn't his fault. Hell, I even told him that rape comes from a Latin word meaning to steal, and that's what this bastard did to him-- he stole his dignity. But I'm not sure the message got through.
I then asked him if he was afraid that a rape crisis counselor would disregard him because of his sexuality, which he said he was convinced of. I told him that those counselors and mental health professionals had the same love and willingness to see him well that I did, and that it was their job to accept him in his condition, and that our country's stigma toward homosexuality shouldn't inhibit him from finding help, but he said going to a counselor was so scary because of it. He also said that because he'd had sex with many men, and has even had numerous one-night stands, so "being raped shouldn't bother" him.
We chatted for a little over an hour, and one of the last things he said to me was a request not to tell one of our closest mutual friends because he wanted us both to respect him. The advice I gave him was that no matter what he does in life, his true friends would always love him. He agreed, but said he didn't want us to worry about him because he wants us to be happy and proud of him. I said we both love and support him, and that nothing would make us happier and prouder than having the courage to go speak to a professional counselor. He said that if I really thought that was best, he would talk to someone else about it.
Anyway, sorry for such a long post, but this has been disturbing for me, and I don't know how I'm going to sleep for the next few hours... As soon as I got off the phone, I remembered a speaker at my college last semester talking about her raped daughter who later committed suicide, which kind of worries me now.
So I have a few questions: First, it would be of great comfort to me to know if I said the right things to him. As I'm the only person he's told about this, I feel my words in particular have tremendous weight, and I hope I didn't say any of the wrong things.
Secondly, I don't know what to do next. He was drunk during this phone call, and he even admitted that he probably would forget our phone call in the morning. Should I take him at his word that he would seek help, or do I need to follow up on this, and how should I go about it? Keep in mind he lives nearly six hours away from me.
Third, should I tell anyone else about this, namely, our close mutual friend I mentioned earlier, who would no doubt be astounded and concerned beyond belief at his plight, but also who he didn't want to know about this?
Finally, any resources, links, or materials you could provide on this topic would be helpful. This is the first website I've visited since the phone call, so I haven't checked anywhere else. That I'm dealing with a gay man potentially changes the way I go about this, as well.
I'd appreciate any other personal adivce you folks would have to offer.
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