It’s been 10 years since I was raped. I dislike even using the word rape and I have never written about it. I was 13 years old and a virgin when it happened.
Me and a friend snuck out late at night and went to a party where I drank for the first time in my life. I was drunk and raped by an older guy there. I did not tell my parents until a month later when I confessed it to a close friend. She told her mom and she called the police.
I rarely go into details because I feel like my soul floated out of my body while it happened. I sometimes even blame myself because I was drunk. The police was not helpful and my parents completely shut me out. I began to cut and heavily drink up until my senior year in high school. In college, with the help of professors and my husband, I realized that it was not my fault. I cried through Brave Miss World and I thank Linor for never giving up in putting her rapist in jail. Those small battles that any survivor wins, is a win for us all.