It is not at all the same, but it is the closest male experience to rape - being beaten up either as part of a robbery or simply out of malice.
I am only asking about grown up experiences. Yes, being beaten in the school yard by bullies is very very serious, but it is also problematic in terms of your being able to assess the experience due to your youth.
I have had two such incidences.
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When ever I think to talk of them, my first impulse is to feel foolish and unwise. I had placed myself into questionable circumstances. It was at least partly my own fault. I am wont to assign some blame to the victim.
When I was 21 I had a summer job to support my going to college. I was working the second shift from 4pm to 1am with a 45 minute commute. Returning home near 2am I had two transit stations from which to choose near my home. The first three blocks from the apratment I stayed with freinds and the second five blocks. Getting off at the first routed me past a late night bar and through a poverty boundry. Being young, shy and from the suburbs, I avoided any eye contact with whoever tended to be around.
One night as I walked home, I noticed that there was someone walking the same route as I in front of me. Afer a block I heard footsteps behind me, I turned, saw people from either side of the street running in the same direction I was walking. I kept my eyes forward expecting them to run past me. Instead I was knocked to the ground, pummeled and kicked. I curled up into a protective position and realized that my only option was to pretend unconsciuosness. They took my wallet. I needed stitches, my tooth was chipped, and I was bruised.
The major lesson I learned from that experience was to engage the people around me with either eye contact and/or hello type greetings. People freindly to me would be potential allies and those unfreindly would be potential assailants. Noticing people also means you can describe them to the police, a deterrent in and of itself.
The second incident happened a few years later. I was living in a city whose poverty boundries were smaller and tighter. Again I was walking after midnight. As I was walking past a group of guys one asked for money. I literally had no money on me. One of the guys started edging out of sight behind me. As I turned to check out his location I was hit in the face with his fist and knocked down to the ground. By a stroke of miraculous good fortune, a car a half block away gunned its motor befoe driving away. My attackers were startled and they all ran a short distance away. I hit the ground and instantly bounded back up and ran back to the house I had just left, also a half block away. I was chased by one of my attackers, but I managed to get into the house before he could catch me.
Both of the experiences of violence are pretty mundane and fairly common, especially in poor neighborhoods. In both cases I am probably lucky to have survived. Neither involved a dangerous weapon.
Too many of the women I have known have had rape experiences. Whenever I think of rape, the only personal experience I have to use to understand it are my own encounters with violence. It is very much not the same I know. But it's what I have.