I went to a pow wow the summer of my 15th year. Me and my brother Sky were going to party with our old childhood friend. Of course there was drinking but I wasn't drinking a lot. I remember hanging out with my friend Randy, then seeing some guys I did not know come to the party. After that it was pretty much black.
Next thing I that I can recall was my brother yelling and screaming and dragging me away from the fireplace. After that I woke up in the back of my brothers camper with him a few feet away. By me was our "friend" Jeremy. He had his hands in my clothes and in places that were not acceptable by me. I woke up my brother but I did not tell him what happened, whatever made me black out was still in my system and I fell unconciouse again.
The next day my brother was really upset, and I think the reason why I did not tell anyone about what happened to me was because of the way he acted. My mother still does not know till this day and neither does my sister. I think there are only a few people that know I was sexually assaulted that night.
When I drink now, I remember things about that night that I do not have conscious recall of. Things that happened to me by men that I do not even know. That day changed me, but those incidents have made me the assertive woman that I am today.
But still, it is scary......

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