Seven months ago he was there when I was drunk. I don’t know his name and I never will. I know that I returned to my friends home with no underwear but a dress on. My dress was my only protection. I don’t know if I barely remember that night only because of drinking or if it was just so traumatic that I choose not to remember.
As time goes on, I remember more things I do not see his face but I saw his hands. He took me to his place within my building and apartment where I lived. I know I was raped.
As a woman, I can tell when I have been violated even when I don’t remember the exact moments. I know there is nothing I can do. No way to change what happened but to learn and move on. I don’t want to have to be careful but that is what I have to be. I need to teach others how to move on and be strong.