Some of the time, it’s because they don’t see it as rape. It may or may not have been.
I can tell you when I was growing up, rape pretty much exclusively meant a stranger with a knife type of scenario. Maybe something with a drunk woman, but then good girls didn’t drink (because Baptists). The idea that someone could be raped by a partner was “feminist nonsense”.
Here’s what I would say in response to SuperLuigi–there are a lot of experiences that don’t come with instant labels and that have to be processed to be understood, because you don’t have the necessary concepts at the time of the incident.
For example, as I’ve mentioned before a number of times on CAF, when I was a tween and teen, when my mom lost her temper, she would break wooden spoons and spatulas on me and my sister and she’d literally chase us around with a horse whip (it had been purchased for horses but had somehow never quite made its way to the barn). I didn’t talk about that with anybody except my sister until I joined CAF, over 20 years later and started participating in threads on spanking and corporal punishment. Suddenly, there were people telling me that that was abuse and that my mom had been abusive when I told them my experiences with spanking (these were spanking parents who were horrified by my stories). I’d literally never thought about it in those terms but–the shoe fits.
Likewise, getting molested or raped is not going to come with subtitles (“YOU ARE BEING SEXUALLY ASSAULTED”).
Here’s an example from a Christendom student’s story of being sexually assaulted by her college boyfriend:
“Smith, who was then a sophomore, says she was so naive, she didn’t even know to use the word “rape” until many months later. She told her friends, “He had sex with me, and I didn’t want to.””
“Up until that point, I considered myself fairly knowledgeable,” she said. “But it took me a second to realize what was happening. I remember thinking, ‘Is that what I think it is? Is that what’s happening right now?’”
A woman might be really surprised and shocked by the situation and take a while to understand what just happened, especially when the perpetrator is a previously trusted friend or boyfriend–the person that she would (under normal circumstances) instinctively turn to for support. It can take a long time to process all the different layers of that kind of betrayal.
Edited to add: Another issue is that the mind may not be up to dealing with trauma. It’s shocking and overwhelming and the circuits just shut down. I remember once trying to study for a final exam, and I couldn’t even understand the words in front of me on the page. Granted, I was also just about to get sick with mono, but the trauma was also probably involved–my mind just shut down. That is probably, come to think of it, a coping mechanism, like when a household fuse blows.