I've never done something like this before. Sharing my story anonymously on the internet isn't something I would have considered before. But I have few friends, and no one I feel comfortable talking about these things with, either because I don't know them quite well enough, or because I can't stand the thought of telling them about my own failings that lead to these situations. Themes: Sexual Assault When I was very young, my older brother was babysitting my sister and I. He has bipolar disorder, and we didn't realize at the time that he was going through a difficult phase of sexual frustration and questioning. That night, he sexually abused my sister and I. Though he never touched us directly, he had us do a number of inappropriate acts, and even attempted to have us touch each other, though backed off when neither of us was willing to do so. We were kids, so (for me especially), a lot of that stuff seemed off or weird, but we didn't know that it was wrong. I reported the incident. I don't remember doing so, but my parents tell me I was the one who explained what happened. What followed were several of the hardest years of our lives, me and my family. The state tried my brother as an adult, despite still being underage, and twiddled their thumbs in terms of actually dealing with anything. He was seperates from all of us, passed between jails, and generally mistreated. The news got back to us and only made the whole situation worse. Maybe it instilled a sense of guilt in me, maybe not. But it triggered a massive distrust of the state and non-familial authority in general, making therapy impossible when combined with my own mental disorders. It took several years, but now my brother is finally free from his singular mistake, and is closer to his family and his God as a result. But that's not the end of my story. All of the above is background information. I don't know if it's at all relevant, but at this point I'm just sharing everything I can recall to get it off my chest. The following stories occur within the digital space of Virtual Reality. I admit to never having considered that one could experience SA and trauma in VR, since there are an abundance of tools with which to control interactions with others, such as blocking, world-hopping, or logging out. However, I now know it's much more complicated than that, especially when you have someone who's response to fear and/or trauma is to freeze and shut down, like me. I met a young woman in VR who herself had a history of sexual trauma. I'm an extremely empathetic person, so I found myself drawn to this girl in a misguided notion that I could help or support her in some way. I didn't realize I was being manipulated until it was too late. It started out simple. We would hang out, with her or her friends, and talk about this or that. Explore worlds. Typical vr things. She seemed to start growing attached to me to some degree, having an attraction to my voice. At the time, I just thought it meant she was starting to trust me. I was half right. One evening, I was online and looking for someone with whom to hang out. I saw her online with another of our friends, in a friends only instance of a public world, on "green", meaning I could join at any time. So I did. When I loaded in, I found myself stumbling upon an Erotic roleplay session (virtual sex) and expressed my surprise. There were some laughs, and eventually I was convinced to join in, as awkward as the situation was. This girl was very taken by my performance for some reason, and asked if we could meet up again. I stupidly agreed, just wanting to make her happy. What followed were a series of uncomfortable meetups where she would take me to some themed world or other, each catering to her own fetishes, and pressure me into a "dom" role that I was neither comfortable, nor felt very good at filling. Some days I would come online, and she would beg and press me to go back to erping with her. A couple occasions, I managed to convince her to leave me be. But most of the time, I caved. I was living in the basement of my parents' house at the time. The basement has no door, and my dad was just up the stairs. One night, during what would become the last of these sessions, he overheard my activities and stormed downstairs to confront me. He yelled at me, then went back upstairs. I curled up in a ball for a little while, my partner attempting to continue unaware. I eventually managed to tell her that I couldn't do this anymore. I then took an extended break from vr. When I returned, I tried to meet up with her again, hoping we could at least be normal friends. But she ignored me, acting like I didn't exist, as if all I had been was an object for her pleasure. I blocked her and moved on. I never intentionally engaged in ERP after that. However, after discovering I'd developed phantom sense (the ability to perceive touch on one's virtual avatar) I ended up in a few more uncomfortable and compromising positions. One of note occurred while I was lounging by a mirror, and one of the more perverse of the group decided to try and crawl up my skirt, which didn't obey gravity like it would irl, instead acting like it was starched. This was extremely uncomfortable, and lead to me ending the night early. The next notable example happened with a group of guys I'd been hanging out with a couple times. I followed them between worlds, just hanging out, laughing, and trying avatars like normal. We ended up going to a world called "{~Location~}", a world organized like a hotel with private, lockable rooms. I didn't know then that it was a space infamous for ERP. Regardless, I had become comfortable around these guys, and had even shared a few dirty jokes with them. When the lobby got crowded, we moved upstairs to a private room to look at the sky ox through the windows with the mirror on and chat. I don't remember how it happened exactly. The next thing I remember is laying on my back on the bed, my legs open, as one of the guys took advantage of my phantom sense to simulate oral sex with me. I never gave consent. I froze and went silent. I was parylized. Even as he kept saying to tell him if it was too much; to stop him if I was uncomfortable; I couldn't move or speak. I could only silently hope for him to stop. I don't remember how that night ended. I've been extremely jumpy in VR ever since. I often take long breaks between sessions, and feel as though half the time when I go back the night ends poorly either due to my own anxiety or some other factor. Any suggestive jokes that involve touches or poses of any kind can send me into a catatonic state, though I've been steadily getting better at at least moving my character away from the source. I'm often on edge anymore, and have been having a much harder time getting myself to speak to strangers and make friends. It's crushing, since I have no friends irl who love in my town, and none of my rl friends play that particular game. Only two have vr at all, and prefer single player experiences. I find myself lonely, and perhaps paradoxically, hyper-sexual when alone, even fantasizing about situations similar to those I've already described. I'm confused, and I feel lost and broken. Some days I can forget, but other days it hits me like a truck. One little reminder, and I'm nauseous and withdrawn for most of the day.