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When I was 19 (about 8 years ago), I was at an outdoor party. I had a lot to drink and one of my coworkers was there, and I was hanging out with him for a lot of the night. When we went back to the tent, I didn’t think anything of it, because I was too drunk to think anything of it - all I could think of was sleep. Then his hand was down my pants. And I remember squirming, but I didn’t say anything - I was too drunk to say anything. I remember him laughing because I had pubic hair. And then, eventually, he took his hand out and went to sleep.

I always push the thought away. I didn’t dwell on it. It took me a long time to realize that I was assaulted.

All these people coming forward about their abuse (Me Too), are so brave. It keeps reminding me, screaming at me, that I am one of these people.

i hope everybody who reblogged this wacky hilarious text post fails all their classes and finds themselves stuck in a dead-end minimum wage job for the rest of their life

I think I can deal with it, but I kept going through it. Until one day only a few years ago, I thought I cannot deal with it. This is holding me back in life. This is not how I’m supposed to be and I want to overcome it. So I looked back at my life, at the things that may have made me this way that I could change the baggage that I was holding on to and said, “I don’t need you anymore!”