I was 19 and living the college dream. I went to a party that was right across the hall from my dorm room. This guy came up to me and asked if I wanted to go to his friends. When I declined he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the party and down the hall to another room. He assaulted me in a bathroom. I screamed and begged for him to stop and let me go. When it was over, I ran down the halls of my dorm building crying and screaming with no pants on. The college life is supposed to be something that everybody enjoys. The best years of your life, they say. I cried for months every time I used a washroom. I don’t drink anymore, as I blame myself for being too drunk. I don’t get dressed for parties anymore as I blame myself, that what I was wearing was the reason. I know it’s not my fault, but I can’t help feeling that it is. I reported it, and he has been charged.
Writing this out felt so good. Please don’t be afraid to seek help or speak to a trusted friend or family member. You are never alone. You got this. It’s not your fault.
