I had brief fame when I was 12/13. I was already struggling immensely with the results of this (stalking, death threats, lack of privacy). It's been awhile since the height of the fame (infamy) but recently my rape case was made completely public by someone looking to get an influx of followers for "exposing the latest drama" which led to tens of thousands of people knowing things that if I had the choice would've been taken to the grave with me. I cant go on social media without seeing photos of me and the perpetrator that have been turned into memes, and jokes about me getting raped. I dropped out of high school as a freshman last month because kids at school know and it's been extremely isolating. I changed schools a few times prior to this, but kids get caught up in online drama relating to me and start giving out my personal information to people online. My life and struggles are a joke to a ton of people and as much as I try to take steps in the right direction, distance myself from negative people, and heal, everything is undone by the ongoing harassment. Despite deleting my accounts my cell # is bombarded with insults and jokes relating to the assaults and no matter how many times I change my number people always find it. I'm embarrassed to exist, I wasn't even ready to tell my mom I was being abused and now I have people making YouTube videos about it and thousands of comments with the general consensus being something along the lines of "She could've told anyone it was happening but she didnt so its her fault". I saw a comment with over 1000 likes on it that said I "should be put in juvie for ruining a man's whole life just for having sex with him" and I have nightmares specifically about that one all the time. I didnt even tell a single soul what the man was doing to me, he got caught on his own. I wish I could go back to nobody knowing. The nightmares are so intense. Ive succumbed to drug abuse and prostitution now, so I've lost the only support and respect I had. My mom is more on everyone else's side than mine now and she was all I had. I'm just a "delinquent" now and no longer her sweet daughter. I'm really done with this life. I've been in therapy since I was 5 including most recently EMDR so that's ten years of therapy now and I can confidently say it hasnt been something that's helped me. Been on meds since I was 12 and each month I just get worse and worse. I'm sick of being hurt every day and it doesnt seem like anything will ever get better.