I moved out on my own at 17 because I was tired of listening to my parents. The first night of my freedom I went to a house party with a friend. I had one drink and Blacked out. I came to with 2 guys on top of me and 2 more standing above me. I tried to move but they held me down, taking turns I tried to say no but I felt numb and I couldn’t move. I blacked out again and when I woke up I was in a bed with 8 naked guys all around the room sleeping. I was bleeding, bruised and in pain. I got up and looked for my friend whom wasn’t even there anymore. I found some clothes and left. The next day I went to the police station where I tried to report the rape but the cop asked me what I was wearing and then told me I probably wanted it. I cried and got up and left, I felt so ashamed and sad. It took me years to realize it wasn’t my fault and I was still a good person. I’m 33 now and have a daughter of my own. I got my degree in psychology because I wanted to learn how to cope and how to help others like me. I still sometimes have nightmares but I refuse to give up and I refuse to bow down. I’m a survivor and I’m strong. If I can make it anyone can.
Anonymous