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I was raped my senior year of high school.
I never knew this to be really considered rape until 3 years later.
Its been almost 5 years since it happened.
A stereotypical story visiting a friend at a college, that included a frat house, drinking, and hanging out at a party. I only had a couple shots and a beer.
Then all of a sudden blackness. Next thing that happened was, I was on top of a guy and I didn’t know how I got there. I knew who he was, and his name... but that did not matter. What mattered is that I was taken advantage of. I was not in the state of mind where a guy should have taken me across campus and into his bed, away from my friends.
When I got up off of him, I immediately asked where the bathroom was. I ran out of the room looking for the bathroom in the dorm. There were girls out in the hallway, both pretty buzzed but still asked if I was okay.
They saw my face so worried... I just remember telling them I had no idea where I was, and needed to use the bathroom. The girls showed me where the bathroom and told me where I was, and I just cried.
I cried so much...
At the time I didn’t know what I was crying for, just besides the fact that I just wanted to go home and feel safe.
I didn’t feel safe there at all.
I called my best friend that I wasn’t actually with in the beginning of the night. She was visiting her boyfriend while I visited our other close friend. I told her where I was and luckily she was close by in another dorm. I left to meet her.
She walked me all the way back across campus to my other ‘friends’.
I remember all of this like it was yesterday....
The reason why I am writing about this is because a class I am in is discussing sexual assault. I wish to be able to speak my story, but I don’t want pity or sympathy. I just can’t speak of it. I don’t want to think about that horrible night. People looking at me differently, and judging me thinking I put myself in that situation. I feel as if that is the main problem with rape. People are afraid to talk about it. I know I am.
I still have physical trauma from that night, that I didn’t know could have been possible. I didn’t know it was rape at the time but my body did. I've had physical therapy for pelvic floor pain. I didn’t know this could even be possible. I switched birth controls so many times thinking that was giving me pain during sex, but it wasn’t. Finally the doctor had asked if I ever had trauma, like rape....at the time I said no, but my body was screaming to say yes.
Relationships are not easy for someone that was raped. I’ve been in a relationship for three years on and off. All I want to do is have sex normally but I can’t....intimacy is harder for me than it ever was. It was easier when I blocked out the whole experience for three years.
Its just crazy how your mind and body can connect to an event so strongly.
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