This story didn’t happen to me. It happened to someone that I know and she wanted me to tell you this story.

Starting University and going to residence is somewhat like the movies. Yes, there are parties almost every day; yes, you make friends that a week later you won’t even talk to anymore; and yes, you will get drunk out of your mind because that is what everyone else is doing.

I am not the type of girl who always goes to parties, or I wasn’t that type before. Since Uni, I decided to let myself go. I decided to go to parties and make friends. It wasn’t until the middle of my second semester that, with some new friends -from my Calculus class, we decided to go out and have fun. I was flirting with this guy and we kissed. He accompanied me to my dorm and, well, he -came inside. I was drunk so we continued kissing, but that was all I wanted. He tried to touch me and remove my clothes and I told him no… but he did it anyway.

For the next few months after it happened, I didn’t tell. I was too afraid to talk but I was falling behind in my classes and feeling depressed. I ended up telling my friend and I got some help. Some people feel it is stupid that I didn’t come forward, or that I’m a coward, but I felt shameful. Writing about it helps me, and someday I will be able to tell it to my parents.

I just want to tell everyone who is in my same situation, IT WASN’T YOUR FAULT. You are beautiful and you deserve more in life! Be strong!