I Was A Victim.
Flash back to spring of 2013. I am 20 years old and I'm in my sophomore year of college. One spring day, I get invited over to one of the star basketball players dorm rooms to watch a basketball game on TV. What starts out as a time of fun and laughter ends up in pain and suffering. I didn't ask for it. I didn't want it. I didn't consent to it. I was raped. Despite the fact that I had spent the ages of 14-20 willingly giving away pieces of myself and handing over my innocence, I never thought I would experience something like that. The worst part of it all was that someone I trusted told me it was my fault. From that moment on I decided that I would never open up about it again. So there I was, going through each day trying to convince myself that it never happened and trying to pretend that I was okay. I spent the next year torturing myself and stuffing it down further and further in the hopes that it would one day disappear. Fast forward to January 2014. I have ...