The Letter I Sent My Rapist

Back in 2016 I stumbled upon my rapist’s okcupid profile. I ended up writing the letter that is below and sending it through the okcupid messenger as a way of getting some form of justice for myself since my reporting it didn’t lead to charges being pressed. I don’t know if he ever said anything in response as I never checked. The point of the letter after all was not to give him a voice but to reclaim my own. I do know that he no longer has an account. He deleted his profile.

I want you to know the damage you caused. How bad the depression gets on the days when I relive the things you did to me through intrusive thoughts. How devastated I am that I was abused and raped in my first sexual relationship by someone I trusted. That if I think about being involved in sex now I become nauseous and frightened. That I have even thrown up from thinking about it. That I now have a deep fear of men and their motivations. That I now look at heterosexual couples sometimes and wonder how any woman could subject herself to being with a man.

I want you to know how I want love and a relationship but am so terrified of being abused physically and sexually again that any time someone shows interest (male or female) I retreat. That having sex again for the first time (if I ever do) is going to be a frightening and painful experience for me. That I now view it with dread. That it has become something I have to overcome before it can ever be something I enjoy.

I want you to know how I struggle everyday with my sexual identity as a result of your actions. How I go back and forth between wondering if I’m gay, asexual, or bisexual.

I want you to understand that you are responsible for your actions. That it was your job to control yourself and respect my boundaries and not my job to constantly fight against you for a sense of respect and safety.

I want you to realize that pushing the boundaries of someone who is suffering from trauma to see how much you can get away with is abusive and predatory. That fetishizing my childhood rape (which makes you a pedophile) and trying to sneak rape play into us having sex after finding out about the sexual assault is one of the sickest things you could have done.

I want you to understand that continuing to touch my breasts when I told you to stop and physically removed your hands is a sexual assault (so is grabbing my rear in the parking lot of Taco Bell).

I want you to understand that trying to coerce me into giving you nude pics by becoming angry and yelling at me while I repeatedly told you no is abusive.

I want you to understand that slapping me in the middle of sex without discussion or permission is assault, and that continuing to have sex with me after I told you no in response to you asking me if I liked being slapped with my voice breaking and choking back tears in distress is rape. I want you to know how I literally felt something inside me give out when you forced that kiss on me and kept going. How I disassociated during the assault. I want you to know how I kept repeating ‘you’re okay, you survived it’ to myself in my head after it was over but could not put words to what had happened or how I truly felt about it because I couldn’t fully process the attack due to shock.

I want you to understand that becoming aggressive and yelling at me to get me to submit, yelling again to get me in the bedroom, and again to get me out of my clothes is sexual coercion and rape. I want you to understand that the fact you did not ask permission to penetrate me when you were told you had to specifically ask permission for it puts your actions even more firmly in the category of rape.

I want you to know how helpless, frightened, and violated I felt both of the times you raped me.

I want you to understand that not being able to process an attack after it happens is the most common reaction to being attacked by a loved one. That shock and denial can keep you silent with confusion. That being heavily medicated with two emotional processing disorders (PTSD and autism- both officially diagnosed by this point) on top of that makes it near impossible to figure out what is happening emotionally or what to call it. And that none of that makes what you did to me my fault because nothing you did to me was under my control. You chose to do these things to me. You chose to put me in these harmful, damaging, and triggering situations without discussing these things beforehand. You chose to not follow the rules of consent. You chose to push boundaries. You chose to fetishize my childhood trauma. You chose to slap me. You chose to hurt me. You chose to coerce me. You chose to rape me.

This is on you. Your actions are your responsibility. And honestly I’m not sure how you live with yourself. You knew how vulnerable I was and how much I was already suffering. I will never understand why you made the choice to treat me this way. I never wanted to be treated this way and I certainly never stated that I wanted to be treated this way. I did not ask for it, I did not agree to it, and I did not deserve it.

I wonder sometimes if you have other victims. I wonder if those women you said think you’re a creep, those women you deemed “crazy girlfriends” are other victims of yours. If they should be calling you an abuser or rapist rather than a creep. I’m sure I’m not the only one you’ve harmed. There are probably other women out there but for various reasons they never spoke up or reported.

I’m sure you’ll go through your life continuing to lie about what happened. You’ll keep telling people I was just looking for attention or that I’m crazy or that it was BDSM (something I once again never agreed to or asked for) or some other made up story to preserve this façade of innocence you’re projecting to the world. But your lies can’t change the truth of what happened. You abused me and you raped me. You are an abuser and a rapist and there is nothing you can ever do to change that fact.

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Coercion Is Not Consent

My rapist’s name is Keith Stephen Grace. Last I knew he lived in Grandville, Michigan.

The rape took place in 2013.
Keith and I were sitting on the couch in the in-law suite of my parent’s house where I live (we call it the apartment- it is attached to the house but has a heavy fire-door and my parents room is on the other side of the house from it). He asked if we could have sex. I told him, “I don’t want to.” He started pressuring me and I said, “Maybe later.” He kept pressuring me and I said, “I’ll think about it.” Then he screamed at me, “Now I’m getting angry.” I said “okay” because I was afraid he would become violent. I didn’t move from the couch though. So he started screaming at me again, “I want you naked and on the bed!” So I ran into the bedroom (once again fearing violence) and got on the bed but didn’t undress. Instead I sat on the bed shaking. He came to the doorway and yelled, “That’s not what I told you to do! I said I wanted you naked and on the bed!” So I took off my clothes and laid on the bed. He put on a condom and did what he wanted. There was no kissing or foreplay of any kind. Aside from the coercion in this situation he had also been told he had to ask permission to penetrate me beforehand as I didn’t like how he had the habit of doing it without making sure I was ready. Which means he had no consent to penetrate me at all since he never asked and was never given permission.

I didn’t really understand it was a sexual assault at that point, and I wouldn’t make complete sense of it until I read about coercive rape in 2014. Until then I blamed myself for not being strong enough to stop him.

A short time after the assault I ended up on suicide watch a second time. I already had PTSD before I started dating him and had been struggling to recover from that on top of the things he’d been putting me through.
Some of the other things included:

  • My telling him no to nude pics and him continuously screaming yes at me while I yelled no back
  • Telling him that he was hurting me during sex and him saying that he’d be quick
  • Him trying to choke me during sex and having to tell him stop and physically remove his hands from me more than once
  • Him groping my breast and when I told him to stop and physically removed his hands from me he groped the other breast saying he needed to “even it out”
  • Telling me that all my previous boyfriends had wanted to rape me they just hadn’t been brave enough
  • Asking me to tell him about how I was sexually assaulted at the age of eleven because it turned him on
  • Slapping me in the middle of sex and then asking me after he did it if I liked it
  • After slapping me he continued having sex with me despite my obvious distress

At the urging of the other patients at the hospital I called him and discussed with him the way he had been treating me (some things had also been discussed prior to this). I mentioned at one point to him that I was still in pain from what he’d done to me (I had even had an exam done at the hospital because I was in so much pain I thought I had to have tearing or an STD of some kind). I also discussed with him the time he said he’d be quick instead of stopping.

I finally worked up the courage to leave him around New Years 2014. I used the excuse of wanting children since I knew he didn’t, and it would allow me to leave the relationship without angering him or causing drama in the friend group (I had no system of support outside of this group of friends). At this time I was still trying to forgive him since I was sure if I spoke out about what he’d done I’d lose the only friends I had since they were all friends with him first. I saw him in the company of other people a few times but then during one of these outings he grabbed my rear. This time I somehow found the courage to whirl around and yell at him.

I didn’t see him again after that and a short time later I read an article on my tumblr dash about coercive rape. I felt a rush of emotions on realizing there was a term for what I had experienced. I finally stopped blaming myself, and became angry with him. I deleted my facebook and created an account under a different name. He tracked me down, probably through a mutual friend, and tried to start a conversation. I still didn’t want to cause drama in the friend group so I sent him a one word reply and nothing else. He seemed to get the message and I didn’t hear from him again.

I’m not sure how long after that it was before I told Meghann. Who had set me up with him in the first place. I just needed to tell someone what had happened and I thought since she was a self-identified feminist she would believe me. I also thought that since Keith had said, “I feel like I raped her too” in reference to her, that perhaps she’d gone through similar and could relate.

This was apparently wrong since some time after I told her she began dating him. She had me meet her at a library to confess this to me. I wanted to report him but was afraid of losing her as a friend if I did. So I once again tried to put it behind me and kept quiet for a time so she could be happy. Eventually though I couldn’t hold the pain back any longer and talked about it again. A part of me needed people to know who he really was and what he had done.
I also could no longer carry the burden of remaining silent when there was a chance he would hurt her too. If I stayed silent and he did this again it would be on me.
She dropped me as a friend because of it, claiming in a text message that he would not purposely do the things I was saying he did, that it was my fault for not telling him after he did these things that I didn’t like it. Which I most certainly did tell him as that is what no, stop, I don’t want to, and physically pushing someone’s hands off means. That you don’t like what is happening. Not to mention the text I sent him about touching my breast when I said to stop or the phone call from the hospital. She also told me the first time I’d talked about being raped on tumblr had been for attention and to mess with her.

I finally reported him three years after it happened to the police on March 2nd 2016. This was awhile after I had gone to my areas YWCA where I told them what he’d done and they confirmed for me it was considered a sexual assault and I could report it.

I eventually called to get an update on the case since I had not heard anything for over a month. I was told I couldn’t receive information over the phone and would have to file a FOIA. I had to pay $6 just to find out what had happened with the investigation. You can sure as hell bet my rapist did not have to jump through the same hoops.

The report was a mess of errors and typos (they even got our names wrong- calling him Kevin at one point and spelling my last name with a K). In the report he said I dreamed it because of erotica and pointed to me being depressed and having “mental issues” for why I’d report him.

This was my first sexual relationship. I waited 27 years to be in one and this is what the end result is.