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My friends completely invalidated what happened to me. If I couldn't tell those who were closest to me, then I can't tell anyone else. It's not fair. Drunken consent is NOT consent.

6/17/2021

 
 - AnIn 2019 I was sexually assaulted by one of my exes. I remember after it happened in the drunken and spinning state I was in, but coherent enough to understand what had just transpired, I called one of my friends. I was crying and telling him how it was my fault and I let this happen, knowing full well it wasn't. I thought they were a close friend but instead they told me I wasn't raped. They told me because I opened that front door and let him in that it was my fault. I didn't ask to black out in a drunken haze and have that happen to me. I didn't ask for the last few shots to be forced into me before passing out. I opened the door but I didn't ask for what was done to me after. Someone I thought was a close friend said I was victimizing myself. He would later go on to call me "slut" and "whore" as a joke, like it didn't hurt my feelings. He would call that incident a "sex escapade." Constantly telling me it was my fault. What he didn't know is that I isolated myself for months after it had happened. Any physical contact with anyone even family members, a hug, you name it could send me into a full blown panic attack. And it wasn't just him but other friends of mine I thought I could tell. Friends. People that are supposed to support you, be there for you, love you, and care for you. About 4 of my friends completely invalidated what happened to me. Saying drunken consent was consent. "Drunk words are sober thoughts." Like I wanted that. I felt invalid. I felt like my body and emotions had been violated. My trust in any and everyone was gone. If I couldn't tell those who were closest to me, then I can't tell anyone else. It's not fair. I know what happened. I know what was done to me. Regardless of what anyone says, no one asks for something like that. Drunken consent is NOT consent. - Anonymous

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