I was about 19 years old. I couldn’t sleep and I had been seeing a man who lived in another town. I decided that I would get an early start and hitchhike to see him.
Two men picked me up. They were friendly at first, asking questions. They were both in the front seat and I sat in the back.
Then one of them pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. First he robbed me, taking my belongings and the jewelry that I was wearing.
Then they drove me into the woods, an orange grove I think. They both raped me. When I was crying, one of them punched me in the face.
I thought they were going to kill me before they left, but they didn’t. I walked to the nearest house I could find. I remember standing on the porch and begging the person inside to call my brother to come help me.
The next day I called the police. I tried to report it, but the more questions they asked I got scared and ashamed so I hung up.
I am 56 now. I have never discussed this with my husband of 28 years. Only my brother and a few people that I knew back then know that it happened to me.
I was so grateful to see the documentary, to see her kindness and bravery. I am inspired to do something about it and will.