I think that in my first year of university I might have been raped. I had been out drinking and someone had helped me home and left me in my room with the door unlocked. A guy was going around rooms seeing if anyone was awake and he let himself into my room. I don't know if I was awake at the time. My next memory, which feels as though I was waking up, was of him having sex with me. I didn't know who he was, but I knew I didn't want him there and made him stop and leave. I had originally assumed that he had helped me home and that I had invited him to stay, as I have no memory of the night. I only learnt what had actually happened when he came back to my room and explained a couple of months later, because he wanted to know whether he had raped me. I said no, because I didn't think it was fair to label him as that when I didn't know. This was three years ago, and the idea of it plagues me. Any time that I have seen him since, I have felt severely panicked, and can be anxious around men that I don't know. I feel lost with it, I don’t know what happened to me so can’t come anywhere close to being able to deal/cope with it.