This is my first time visiting this site. I'll post my story, and you guys can tell me what you think I should do.
Last summer I was taking a greyhound between provinces, alone. It was only a week or so after my 15th birthday at the time, and I befriended the guy sitting next to me on the long trip home. We grabbed a bite to eat between bus swaps, and struck up a conversation. (I should add he was 20+ yrs old). Anyways, when night fell, I tried to get some sleep, and my hand brushed against his. He took that as an invitation, and made me do some things I really didnt want to do. Basically, he sexually assaulted me, and made me completely disgusted with myself. Anyways, I didnt tell anyone because I didnt want to tell my boyfriend what happened, or my parents or anything. Six months later, and I'm still having troubles sleeping (nightmares, flashbacks) and eating (I've started restricting and all that lovely stuff.)
I've opened up a bit about the whole experience, but still havent told my parents or anything. I'm not exactly sure how to carry that kind of conversation with them, to tell you the truth. I just can't seem to get it off my mind though. I feel stupid, like it was my fault. The few times I can seem to rethink that, I blame the drugs he was on at the time. I dunno. I'm kind of lost right now, and just need someone's views. Please help?