Well I’ve never really written down my story. I am a part of this wonderful organization, but I think it’s my time to share. I want you all to know that you all aren’t alone.
So when I was going into my freshmen year of college, the june before school started, I went to orientaiton where there was a presentation on sexual assault.I jumped right in and was one of the few that would participate. It was one of the first times I really ever talked about sexual assault. It opened my eyes, but I went on with my days and enjoyed my summer with my friends.
The middle of August approached and I was going camping with my best friends and their boyfriends. I was newly single as my ex for almost 2 years cheated on me, so I was obviously in a rough place. As the second night approached, my friends boyfriend was coming up to the camp with some of his coworkers to hangout with us. I was pretty excited when they got there because BOTH of his friends were super cute. We were drinking and such, having a good time, when one of the guys began being an ass to me, for no reason. The more he drank, the more of an ass he became to me. It really started to bother me, but I took it as a compliment in a way. It was like he was flirting with me and paying attention to me. So as the night progressed, half of us were sleeping in a tent and the other half were in my friends trailer. So as the boys were incredibly rowdy, I decided to take them to the tent to keep them quiet so that we wouldn’t get in trouble. When we got there, I offered to share my blankets with the guys, as they didn’t have any, and I wouldn’t have mind cuddling. While I was really drunk, I tripped and fell on this one guy and he took that as the oppurtunity to kiss me. I was okay with that and we were making out. But then I got up to go to the bathroom, and thats when things got bad. He took me by my ponytail and forced me to kill him until he was pleased, before I could go to the bathroom. When I got back, he had taken my blankets and pillow and wouldn’t give me any of them. He started to call me derogtory names and tell me how he wanted me dead. Terrible things. But then he grabbed me and started kissing me again, and then he put his hands in my pants and wanted to do more with me, even when I said no. At this point, I was extremely drunk and he was taking advantage of that. He proceeded to try to get his friend to join in. It was terrifying and luckily his friend did not join. I was finally able to break away and I had to walk to my friends without shoes. Luckily my friends got him to leave and punched him in the face (woops, I don’t feel bad at all). While I know things could have been much worse…I knew what happened wasn’t right. But I don’t think it really hit me until I got to school again and I had time to reflect. I am comfortable with sharing my story and I know things could have been much worse.
So here is my story. I hope you all realize you aren’t alone.
I am so grateful for the opportunity to share.
Love you all!