#MeToo Story Number 23 - By Anon.

When I was 16, I was sexually assaulted. My friend and I went to a older man's apartment to drink alcohol. Being 16 years old, we thought it would be a fun time and nothing would happen. We drank enough that my friend passed out on the couch. I remember sitting on that same couch seeing this man start putting his hand down her pants. She was 15 years old. I decided to say something to get him to stop. He stopped, but came after me. He told me I had to pay my dues. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me down so that my mouth went over his penis. He forced me to give him head over and over again. I remember silver shorts and throwing up on him. I remember feeling like I was done only to find that he simply cleaned himself off and made me continue. It was endless. During this time, my other friend could not find us. She ended up calling 911. My parents showed up and took me home. It could have been so much worse had she not called for help in locating us.

I am now 32 years old. It was been 16 years since this has happened. Tonight, my father was upset with me over something stupid and decided to use my past against me. He wanted to use my story and embarrass me. I am not embarrassed. I am proud. I am the survivor of a sexual assault. It has made me who I am today and it is part of my story. That is just it. It is MY STORY. Not his. I am not embarrassed that I was sexually assaulted. I am not embarrassed to tell the whole world what happened to me. The man that did this should be embarrassed. My father should be embarrassed. But me, no embarrassment to be had.