Superlative Megan
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Hi everyone, I'm Megan. I'm 19 and a few months ago, I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my best friend. I wasn't raped but it was so, so painful. It happened at my first college party to celebrate finals. Everyone had gone to bed and we were in his room watching TV. He learned over and started kissing me and I was okay with it but then he made repeated attempts to put his hand under my shirt and when I finally got irritated and told him to stop... He just covered my mouth and pinned me down and yanked my shirt off. It was my first time drinking and I only had a few drinks, I certainly wasn't wasted and falling over but it I was so dizzy I couldn't do a thing. He clawed at my chest, squeezing my breasts as hard as he could, and leaving hickies all over. I tried to fight back but... I just froze... He whispered in my ear that he would kill me and my family and friends if I ever told anyone before leaving the room. When I was driving home, I pulled over because I started hyperventilating and crying. I went home to the bathroom and I had bruises and scratches all over my chest. And not long after, the Spring Semester started and to my horror, I had a class with my assailant and he sat next to me every day and acted completely normal, like nothing ever happened. I couldn't focus at school at all. I went from being a straight A who could handle anything, to finding the simplest assignment to be exhausting. It's been 5 months since my assault and I am still struggling. I have told none of my family members what has happened but fortunately my assailant graduated and is no longer attending my campus (at least I hope). I have nightmares almost every night of the whole ordeal playing all over again and it terrifies me each time. My bruises and scratches have healed but I can still perfectly remember where every scratch and bruise used to be, it's all I see in the mirror. I hate my chest, I hate every inch of skin that he touched. I feel that I have had so much ripped away from me and it's becoming unbearable. I'm beyond terrified to go to sleep because of the nightmares and I don't know what to do.... I don't who I am, how to feel. When I worked up the courage to speak to an online counselor, she diagnosed me with PTSD and just criticized me for everything I did wrong. I don't know why this happened to me or where to go from here. I feel that I have lost my way. Is there anyone kind enough to be willing to reach out to me? Please? I need to talk to someone I can't take this anymore!
Ps: My apologies for grammar error in the title and in the description. It's currently 3am and I'm half-awake.
Ps: My apologies for grammar error in the title and in the description. It's currently 3am and I'm half-awake.