I didn't know that drunk sex was considered sexual assault. I knew that I didn't want to do it. I just didn't know that my experience would be given credibility. I sleep around. A LOT. and I excused the fact that I had gotten sexually assaulted by saying that I had made myself an easy target, that I didn't know how to say NO.
I tried telling my friend (sophomore year) about it, but she was an RA and said she would have to report it. So I held it in.
I tried to tell my counselor, but I had to hold it in, afraid she would report it.
I still remember peeing in my pants the day I finally decided to tell someone about it. I was crying, insane, in denial, I yelled. I hugged my friend when I told him, he looked at me and told me it wasn't my fault, and that was comforting.
I walked around campus seeing him almost daily, wanting to tell him what he did. It took me four months to confront him. I feel stronger.