Anonymous Story: Abusive Athlete
I was 21. I was drunk. So drunk I was falling down. A friend offered to help me to my room. I slipped and fell to the ground. He raped me. The next morning I asked and he teased me. He tormented for years with name calling and abusive behavior. He now promotes himself as a humanitarian. Insult to injury. I recall the name “retard” and being held captive in a pitch black room, not a humanitarian! He shouldn’t get to choose who he is. He should have to face sho he is. This is my story after 15 years of silence.
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