I am not sure how to tell this story, so I guess I will jump right in. I was raped by the boy I liked and was “dating” when I was 12 years old. He was a couple of years older and was also emotionally abusive. He raped me behind a church while we were hanging out. It changed me in so many ways and it is something I still struggle to understand now at 41. I was raped a second time, I was 19 and had been at a bar drinking. I don’t really remember a lot of what happened but woke up in a truck with 2 men taking turns having sex with me. When they were done one of them gave me a ride home and when I went into the house my mom was awake and waiting on the couch. I will never forget the look on her face when I tried to explain what happened, it was the strangest mix of sadness, disappointment, and nothing at all. I have worked hard to be able to tell my story out loud, and even at 41 I struggle with feelings of guilt and shame, and I know that those events impacted the trajectory of my life. I have never really talked about what happened to me, not in any constructive way. But I am back in college now and taking a victimology class that has brought up some really difficult emotions, I found this website while doing research for the aforementioned class, and felt moved to share.