I was 13 in downtown Atlanta going to a punk rock show at the Metroplex. I had been sorta flirting with this very cute punk rock guy at the show. We had started a conversation and were talking the whole time. After the show a bunch of people were going to the place in which he resided. Everyone was drinking and using drugs, including myself. Somehow the next thing I remember was that he punched me so hard I fell to the floor and kinda blanked out. When I had come to he had already ripped my panties off and proceeded to have his way with me as a few male onlookers laughed. After he finished I got up quickly ran to the bathroom crying. I then hopped out the bathroom window to get the hell out of there as they began banging on the bathroom. It was cold but not terribly cold. I made it back to a friend's apartment roughly 8-10 city blocks away and he let me in. He took me straight into his bathroom and began helping me get cleaned up. This was the first time that something of this nature had happened to me from a non-family member (but wasn't the last).

This was a life turning event for me, as any sexual trauma is. I would never wish anything of this nature on anyone. Not even my worst enemy. I would not want to go back in time and change this from happening because of one simple reason. I like who I am today!

Thank you BamaKyttn for starting this thread and allowing us to open up. Talking about these things are what helps us heal and grow.
-Summer

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