I have told a few people from college, mainly because I was wondering if they had noticed anything off about me way back when. They hadn’t. They asked some questions. And though I got some empathy it wasn’t really the validation I was seeking. It felt more like pity or not a big deal now, because it was so long ago. Normal people do not understand ptsd. I Facebook reconnected with my college roommate who was away that weekend. She had her own rough experiences with college boys, if the rumors are true, some really bad things were done to her sexually in sorority/fraternity hazing. Found out she is now a lesbian. In our conversation, she did lead me to believe her past was true and that people just didn’t talk about that sort of thing 25 years ago. She helped me a little by sharing a college photo of us in our dorm room. It confirmed some accuracy in my flashbacks. However, she continued to share happy dorm room memories with our reconnect at a time my reliving was very traumatic. So almost every message I got from her turned into some sort of trigger. I don’t want to officially come out about being raped until I am at a place where I 100 percent feel zero self hatred or blame. I need to be able to defend the act that it wasn’t my fault despite alcohol or asking him to stay afterwards or sleeping with him a month later. There are reasons for how it all happened and why, but the general population doesn’t have time to sift through all of that... I will be blamed and I know I can’t handle that at the moment.