I was raped by someone I thought was my friend. I was too high to form the words to say know and part of me was scared that if I fought back, that he would use more than just pressuring words to get what he wanted. I know that what happened isn’t my fault, but somehow I still feel guilt, as if I should have stood up for myself more. All I can keep telling myself is, it’s not my fault – he raped me.
But on the inside, I’m still broken and have the guilt that society says r*** victims should have.