From public to private spaces: being drunk doesn’t mean yes
When I was 16 I went to a party where I didn’t know many people. During that night a 20 year old approached me claiming he was 17. He was sober. We began making out on a bed in the basement. After a while I told him I didn’t want to go any further, he got mad at that answer and started to pin his friends against me. I was extremely drunk so I went with it. I don’t remember all from that night except for when I had to push him off of me when I was laying in the bed. He was trying to have unprotected sex with me. I had to push him off of me a total of three times, that’s when I tried to leave and his friend pinned me against a wall telling me if I didn’t “fuck him” he’d have to rape me. I eventually left the next morning feeling sick to my stomach and the man following me to the bus stop claiming that I was his now. I immediately went home and blocked him on every social media I had. It took me months to admit what happened to my friends.