All these sorry. So I quickly tell mine. Solidarity or just being able to tell people.

1. Hanging with these friends of mine at a hotel. You know just a party. About 5 of us. Drinking and smoking weed. I had knew all these people for a couple years. Anyway, we all pass out. Three in one bed and two or three in the other. I'm just in boxers. I start to feel this girl that's laying need to me fondle my juck. I'm still so fucked up I don't really know what's happening. And then she's pressing me into her. She didn't have any panties on so I guess she had pulled them off. You know that twilight anesthesia they use. It was like that. Like I could just barely grasp that something was happening. I just could do anything about it. The she starts going at me. I am very slowly starting to understand. I roll over, fall out of the bed, and walk outside. One of my friends comes out and ask I've I'm ok. I ask them to grab my clothes and cigarettes. So we are sitting there at like 4am smoking and I can even say what just happened. They know something happened but neither of us says it. I couldn't drive then. So they take me home.

I didn't hang with that group anymore. And it took a little bit to find new friends. I had trust issues for a long ttime.The only person I've ever told is my wife. She was raped once too. Even she thinks it's different. Although here's was pretty violent. Anyway, yeah this happens. It's pretty fucked up. It's been 20 years now and I still think about it sometimes. But even though I've dealt with it people should know that it does happen. And it fucks you up. And it's wrong.