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April 20, 2015 was the date that I heard the words that I thought would set me free, “Guilty.”
But instead, I felt like I was the guilty one. Did I say no? If I did, could hear just not hear me? Did the people in the alleyway not hear me? Did I even say anything at all? Did I drink too much? I knew in my gut I shouldn’t have gone in the first place. I’ve held myself hostage in my own thoughts for nearly a decade.
My story isn’t unique. It’s unfortunately a statistic that is all too common and happening to mothers, daughters, friends, sisters. It can happen to men, too. I was sexually assaulted at a fraternity by someone I knew and trusted.
A few years ago, I decided it was time to share my story. I had hidden for years because I was worried that he would find me and hurt me again. I was worried that the people that bullied me after I was assaulted would break me down again. I was making myself sick at the thought of having to face anyone from my past.
But then I realized that it was my story to tell— and I was no longer afraid of sharing the truth. There’s a quote that if people wanted you to talk nicer about them they should’ve treated you better in the first place. I’m learning that’s the case in almost every situation. You can read more about my story HERE.
If you or anyone you know has been the victim of sexual assault, please reach out to RAINN or the Joyful Heart Foundation and get the help you need.
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