so around 4 years ago I was in a really really dark place .. I got kicked out when I was 15.. & lived with my aunt for 2 months.. that didn’t work out so I started living with my grandma .. she really had no rules .. I would kinda do whatever I want.. (to an extent) 4 years ago I was 16.. I was now living with my grandma & I was living there for awhile .. I was a super I guess “rebellious” teenager ..I guess .. I drank, I partied(kinda), I would go out a lot with friends, I smoked weed, got in fights at school, ditched class. but I was doing PERFECT in school. was getting A’s & B’s. just didn’t exactly like being there .. but anyways I was living with my grandma for a couple months .. & while I was living there, when I just moved in it was my grandma, grandpa, my aunt & her two youngest kids. in a 4 bedroom house .. & then a month into me living there my two olderish cousins move in, one who is younger than me & one who is older . while my other girl cousin who is a year younger than me lived down the street from us.. my grandma didn’t really care what we do.. & neither did my aunt.. well one night we all got superrr drunk.. & high & we all went in the house & we all slept in the bedroom upstairs .. me & my girl cousin on the floor & my guy cousins on the bed .. well in the middle of the night, I’m still super drunk.. can barely remember anything.. & my older guy cousin came over to me & started rubbing on me .. & I didn’t know what to do. & for some reason words couldn’t come outta my mouth.. I remember it.. barely but vaguely .. all I remember is tears running down my face & words not being able to come outta my mouth.. I didn’t know what to do.. I feel ashamed .. like it’s my fault.. like what if I didn’t sleep in that room , why did I get so shit faced drunk.. why couldn’t I say or do anything? well he finished, then went back over to the bed & all I could do is lay there & silently cry myself to sleep.. I woke up the next morning barely remember what happening.. feeling gross with myself .. i slowly started remembering stuff over the days .. i never told anyone .. I never talked to him about it.. I can go to any family get togethers.. it’s been 4 years & no one knows & it’s still eating me up .. I feel like I can’t tell my family.. because I feel like for some reason they’ll blame me .. or all hate me .. because when I was 14 I was raped by a family friend .. & I can’t get over these two things .. I feel like it’s my fault.. idk. I needed to talk about it somewhere .. I feel like it’s to late to tell them now also.. I’m 21 .. but absolutely no one knows ..