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These experiences, shared by people of all genders and backgrounds, demonstrate how the issues of sexual assault, harassment, and "slut" shaming affect our lives. Use this collection to expand your understanding and share it with those who need to know they're not alone.
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I can put it behind me and just use my experience to try and help others going through the same or to at least take away a little bit of the stigma.

10/17/2019

 
It was Valentine's day 2 years ago and I had lost my keys, my friend kindly let me stay at his place. I was pretty drunk but we stayed up for a bit talking and watching videos. When I tried to go to sleep he started kissing me. I pushed away and told him "no". He kept asking why and telling me how he'd always wanted to. I kept coming out with excuses like "I like someone" "I only see us as friends" etc. He told me that no one would find out and he did let me stay at his house, after that he kept kissing me and I just said yes because I knew he would do it anyway. During it, I'd tell him to stop but he wouldn't listen. The next day I was sober and realised my "friend" of 4 years did not listen to me. My "friend" betrayed my trust. I reached out to a couple friends about it and asked if it was rape, a couple said yes. I started to slowly accept it a few months later and stopped having panic attacks, but someone told him I said he raped me. He was incredibly rude whenever he saw me and glared at me and barged into me. That's when I decided to go to therapy, after my friends had stopped speaking to me. Since I was sleeping around, people thought I lied because I "was a slut". I was suicidal and began leading a reckless life of drinking and sleeping around even more. Two years on, my friends have apologised and I do feel better, I have my bad days but I have a good life now. I still panic when I see him but I can put it behind me and just use my experience to try and help others going through the same or to at least take away a little bit of the stigma.

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