I was 11 years old. I was on summer vacation in San Antonio, Tx at my sisters apartment. I vividly remember exactly how it looked and the weather that day; it was extremely hot and Splash Town, a water park was my favorite place to go every time we went to Texas. I had the best time. With my sister and her girlfriend. We got home. I took a shower and I was laying on a small couch, watching tv and falling asleep. I was exhausted from all the fun I had. My sister’s girlfriend’s brother raped me that day... I knew he was staring at me from across the room, I could just feel it, but I tried to ignore it and I fell asleep for what felt like 2 minutes and I woke up, literally opened my eyes and there he was on top of me. I let it happen. I was terrified and frozen with fear. He was kissing me and I remember him telling me, “You like that?” in Spanish. I finally collected my thoughts and I let out a huge gasp which scared him I guess... he jumped up and my sister coincidentally walked out, but she didn’t see anything and I never said anything. I was terrified. I remember him rushing outside to smoke a cigarette. Trying to play everything off and I blacked out for the rest of the day. I literally don’t remember anything else after that. What started off as one of the best days for an 11 year old ended up a blur. I’m now 22 years old and I still think about this everyday. I’ve never spoken about it to anyone. Which is why I’m making this post anonymous. It feels good to finally let it out. Even if it is to a bunch of strangers. I know it wasn’t my fault, but I feel guilty for myself for staying frozen. It still makes my heart feel like it’s in my stomach every time I think about it. I feel disgusted with myself from time to time. I’m still working on forgiving. I guess this is a step.