In my freshman year I was sexually assaulted at a party. It was terrible in the moment and I cried for a few days and tried to talk to friends about it. They comforted me and told me it wasn't my fault, but I know it was. I was too drunk and too stupid.
I feel like my assault doesn't count because I'm not messed up about it. I still trust men (maybe a little too much) and I still go home with people from parties. I'm dumb, maybe.
Everyone's talking about sexual assault now, it's a big deal online and in my school. And I feel like a jackass because it hurt me, but didn't mean that much to me, either. Also I feel like as a woman I should have reported him. But I don't want to ruin his life or career over a stupid mistake at a party.
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