When I decided to get drunk for the first time ( my first semester in college), I tried to be wise and have friends watch over me. A male friend from my dorm offered to be my “guardian angel” for the night and make sure I didn’t get into too much trouble. I drank…a lot – everclear and 151 in large quantities. I’m guessing I had more than ten shots in a fairly short time. My memory of the night ends fairly early and I’ve had to piece it together from others’ accounts. I woke up the next morning naked in my “guardian angel’s” bed next to him and found a full condom inside of me. I was furious with him and I was quick to cry fowl (and rape though I felt uncomfortable with the term). He was drunk as well so he wasn’t entirely sure what happened either but he agreed that he hadn’t protected me as he had promised. As it spread around our dorm that I’d accused him of rape, the men in our dorm labeled me liar and shunned me. Eventually, he and I talked through it and found a peace between us, but I never recovered my reputation and was continually shamed by many of the guys from my dorm.
— Survivor, age 33