When i was 14 i was raped by a boy in my highschool. he was a part of the group of friends i was in and he was my first crush. i disnt realize what he did was weon because i didnt think someone i trusted could hurt me. when the other kids at school found out i turned into the outcast and was bullied to the point i did not return to that school after the weekend it happened. i did home schooling. i isolated myself. i clung to my family petrified to make friends again as i never imagined the people i called friends would turn on me so fast for something i had no control over.
fast forward fifteen years and i still carry this anxiety with me but im learning each day that its ok and will be ok. i do not want people to suffer in silence. sharing my story has helped me let go of some of the shame i had which i shouldnt have.