When I was in 5th grade, I had recently been traumatized with my friend Mario, as we had been knocked out and raped. As soon as school started, I distanced myself from every guy except for Mario and Kostos, a nice Greek/Mexican boy that lived across the street from me. After 3 months, he (Kostos) asked me out, and I said yes, it wasn’t going to hurt me, right? He started kissing me after 3 months, and then I told him during the 4th month. He got mad saying it was my fault (“eighth graders? you think they’re that stupid?”)and he kind of distanced himself. He soon got over it, and in the middle of the fifth month, also inviting my friends, he hosted a sleepover. Everyone else left, and he tried seducing me, making me uncomfortable because i was and am asexual. I told him no, and that I had a headache and wanted to go home. Instead, he told me to stay and gave me an overdose of aspirin. I’ve had cramps like crazy since then. I moved a month after that. Half a year later, I go back to Merced, find out he’s cheating on me (he literally had sex with my friend…stereotypical) and blamed it on me, then said at least your friend has better sex than you. That day I figured out he raped me after drugging me. I can’t seem to get over it, but at least he’s gone.