A boy at my school invited me to his house saying there was a party. When i got there it was just he and i. He said everyone else had cancelled so i said i didn't want to stay. His family were not home, he said lets listen to some music in his room. We went up and he put some music on and then tried to get me to drink something that was alcoholic  but i refused. He then tried to dance with me, pushing himself up against me as he also started to touch my breasts and tried to pull my underwear down. I slapped him across the face really hard and ran out. Had i not been so determined i would also have become a victim, survivor and statistic.

When I was 15 my boyfriend at the time were sleeping in a room full of people after a party. He attempted to rape me without any warning. I told him to stop and he eventually did, he didn’t apologize and we never spoke about it again. I felt embarrassed that it even happened and that I had to tell him to stop. I haven’t ever really come to terms with it as what it was because it never seemed like a big deal to him at all- not important enough to even ask about or speak about after .