Age 4. Neighbor and her brother (older than 50) were babysitting me for my parents. We knew them and trusted them. She left the room, knowing he would do what he did. He took pictures and wanted me to touch him. No one did anything and I was too young to fully grasp what had happened.

Age 13. Classmate stalked me and sexually assaulted me for two weeks straight. He would grab my ass, breasts, and try to shove his hand down the front of my pants. I would always tell him to leave me alone and to stop, but he continued. One day, near the end of the two weeks, he pushed me up against the wall and pulled his penis out. I was facing the wall and he pulled my pants down. I prepared myself to be raped, but a teacher came out and yelled at him. I told the school everything and I was blamed.

The last two I won't go into depth in fear that they will find me and kill me. But I was raped by two different people. One raped me multiple times. Neither got in trouble.

By age of 17, I tried to kill myself multiple times. All I wanted was to die. I had no hope.

Three years later, I am better. I'll be honest there are days where I look back and get flooded with emotions. Rage, guilt, saddness, etc. But compared to then, I am happier. I have my career going, a significant other who genuinely cares for me and I trust with my life, I have better relationships with my family and friends, etc. Despite going through hell, I have overcame it. During this time with hearing people that I know speak out about their experiences, reminds me that I am not alone. What happened was not my fault and what happened to you all was not your fault. Sending my love to everyone.