I was raped when I was fifteen years of age, and I have always been ashamed, and disgusted with myself, but the most awful part? Not even the act but the not beimg believed after it happened, the insistence that I must have wanted it, that it could not have happened like I said so.
But their friends all believed them, and I had the problem for making an issue of it so they said, I just wanted them back or something apparently.
Something happened recently that made me realize I have not dealt with that trauma, so maybe saying this here will help lift that from my mind, that yes it happened to me, and no it does not get to define who I am.