A year ago on the 22nd I went over to a “friends” house to smoke. Little did I know it was laced. while I was in and out of consciousness someone I trusted and his dad touched and sexually assaulted me. I tried calling the police and my phone was taken out of my hand while ringing and eventually I finally gained the strength to get up off the bed and grab my phone from across the room where I eventually called my dad to rescue me. I don’t remember anything after the phone call until I woke up in my bed the next morning. Later that day my parents came in and asked questions about what happened and they just shrugged it off and wanted to forget about everything. “It’s over now” is basically all they said and got back on with their everyday lives. So that’s what I did. That’s what I can’t keep on doing.

This has been giving me such anxiety and panic attacks lately. I feel like if I bring it up or try telling anyone how horrible and depressed I feel about it they’re going to think I just want attention. I’m so tired of keeping my brave face on for everyone when it’s killing me on the inside.