I was 19 years old when it happened. I was out with my best friend (at the time). She invited me to a game night and drinks with her, her boyfriend and their friends. I remember going there, having a drink… that’s all I remember…. until the next morning. I woke up at my home in bed. I was sore and terribly bruised. My arms, my neck, my inner thighs were black with bruising. I had semen in my underwear and dried to my lower body. I yelled to my roommate who came rushing to me and begged me to go to the hospital; I refused… After trying numerous times to get a hold of the friend I went out with, she finally, returned my call. I asked her what had happened, how did I get home, who did this to me? She wouldn’t answered any of my questions. I was 19 years old when this happened, I am now 37 years. It’s been 18 years and my “friend” has never spoken to me since that horrific Saturday night. I believe she knows what happened to me and who did this to me. What I don’t understand is how can she keep this to herself, how does she live with herself knowing the truth?
— Josey
Josey,
Thank you so very much for sharing your story. The confusion, anger, and betrayal of your friend only compounds the emotions of your rape. I hope that someday you are able to obtain the answers you seek. If the answers never come, I hope that you are able to find peace. Nobody deserves to be treated the way you were. I think you are incredibly resilient and brave. Lots of love to you, Alissa
I’m sorry to hear that, and my heart goes out to you.
now, the most important thing is that you should be proud about yourself and never look back.
piece of luck.
Thank you for sharing this. Something similar happened to me. I’m finally on this site and trying to deal with it I know how it is when someone you “trust” doesn’t look out for yoj