I have been raped multiple times. For the longest time I just acted like it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t think about it and tried to forget about it all together. However, in reality, I was terrified.
The time that scared me the most was when I was at a frat party with my friends. One of the guys took me into the bathroom where five other guys were. At this point they had already given me plenty of drinks and my memory is very foggy. I only remember bits and pieces. I can’t even recall what he looks like. I could be talking with him everyday and I wouldn’t even realize.
That’s what scares me the most. He could come after me again and I wouldn’t even know it was him. He drugged me, brought me in a room with his friends, assaulted me, took me to his house, and then raped me and I don’t even know what he looks like.
The next day I was covered in bruises and cuts. My friends kept asking me what happened and I was too scared to tell them because I didn’t even know what I would say. I thought it was all my fault and that they would blame me too. I finally decided to say something about it, even if it is anonymous.
— Survivor, age 18