My mom told me the leadership and college readiness camp I was attending wouldn't want me because I was raped. I was 15 or so and had just gotten involved in some stuff I wasn't supposed to be doing and during the whole ordeal of talking to the police and tell my mom she lays that down on me. It shook me pretty hard. 1) because my mom said it to me and seemed more upset for herself than me and 2) because this camp I was already 2 years apart of was the best part of my life.
This camp was a five year program you had to be nominated to be in at age 13 and continue doing for 5 years (until you graduated high school). I ended up graduating in the program and coming back to be a counselor for the new nominees, it was a dream come true.
After weeks of training and getting the campsite all ready for the kids, the day before the new kids came I was called in by my boss, the camp director of my 5 years. She told me she was firing me because she was informed that I had sexual relations with another boy while I was a still a camper. It was a non-negotiable rule.
It was the summer following my rape and I was a little messed up and still am from it, some boy was experimenting and I was the only openly gay kid. What I did was wrong and I accept that but to be fired for something I did when I was 15 killed me.
These two things are the conversations I'll carry with me for the rest of my life and that still hurt to this day.
All the worst parts of my life come from having sex with the wrong people. Sorry for being young and dumb.