Today I'm mad about something I read. Last week, an influencer girl from Monterrey, Mexico, posted a video in which she confessed to had been raped in the past, by another influencer, who was his friend. Everything happened in a party, where everybody was drunk. The thing is that this party happened 3 years ago, she said she just felt brave enough to open about it now. What does she get? People talking shit. Blaming her for being in the wrong place, for the way she was dressed, for being drunk. But to me it seems stupid and brainless to think like that. So, here's my story...I love to travel, I have been in many countries by myself, and consider myself to be independent, brave and strong. I am also very friendly and talking to new people makes me happy. 3 years ago I was working in Sweden, and met a bunch of friends. I had a boyfriend back home and made sure everybody knew about him, I even introduced him in videocalls and since I was super in love I could just not stop talking about him. One of this new friends was an italian guy, and since we were both foreigners and were exploring the city, we clicked right away and started hanging out, I introduced him to my friends and he introduced me to his. It seemed like a real friendship, it was not just a party friend, but we did a bunch of other activities, and everything seemed to be perfectly normal. One day, I was having a horrible day at work, and I just wanted to escape and relax, so as usual, this guy invited me to his apartment, we ordered pizza, he had a bottle of wine. All of this things were normal, we would have dinner as we had had before. I was trying to teach him some spanish, so we were watching a mexican show in netflix... that night we planned to watch it. The night continued as normal, until I started to feel very tired. I had drank probably a couple of wine glasses, but I am a wine lover and never get drunk on it. So it made no sense at the moment, but I thought it was just the end of my horrible day. My eyes were closing, and I didn't have energy to move... I don't remember anything after that. I don't recall how long it was, but when I opened my eyes "my friend" was over me. He was penetrating me and I couldn't move. I couldn't talk, but I started to force my voice and to say that I didn't want that. I remember I stood up like I could, he was pulling me down, but I said I had to go, put my shoes on and left... I took the train and remember myself crying all the way home. After that I deleted him from all my social networks and blocked his number, he looked for me the next day and tried to tell me I was very drunk and that "anything happen". I told him I never wanted to see him again. Unfortunatly, I wasn't brave enough to tell anybody, anybody at work, any of my friends, and this disgusting guy kept going out with my friends. I had like 6 more months of contract, so I figured my way out of the situation. I found new friends, I tried to not think about what had happened, and talked some of my best friends into ignoring him without telling the story.I am very mad because I can relate to this girl, telling her story years after it happened. I can relate to the feeling of not being strong to deal with what people it's going to say. And it disgusts me, because after years, I am still not brave enough to share my story.