I visited this website one week after I was raped in search of story like mine to convince myself what happened to me was rape. Six months ago I went out for the last weekend at college with my friends for a “girls night”. I was drugged at a local bar at a university I attend and was awoken by a stranger having sex with me. I remember being at the bar for about 15 minutes and then after my memory goes black. I remember parts of night in flashes. I remember the pain being so bad and trying to push him off with tears running down my face, but having no power in my arms. I thought it was my fault for the longest time, that I had somehow drank too much or had done something to make it happen to me. I felt like I was broken and could never be fixed. It was the nightmare that had become my life and I was reliving it every day. It wasn’t just the rape itself that haunted me, but going to the hospital and having to tell complete strangers what happened to you in vivid detail. Having to be stripped and examined by a stranger with bruises down your body. It has taken me six months to have the courage to post this, but if you are reading this I want to tell you it gets better with time. Confide in the people you love and allow them to help you. Most importantly know what happened to you is not your fault, bad things CAN and DO happen to good people. We may not be able to control what life throws at us, but we can control how we handle it and move forward.
— Survivor, age 19