In 1985, on the first day of Spring Break at Florida State University, I was sexually assaulted by an acquaintance.  I didn’t quite know if it actually happened until I returned to Florida State to finish grad school in 1999.  My boyfriend from Virginia came down to Florida to visit me in grad school.  It was his second night in Tallahassee.  Well, we were having sex and I started hyperventilating and screaming and kicking and I said, “oh my god, I WAS raped.  I was RAPED!!” 

It all came back to me in sickening detail.  I was screaming and crying and he wrapped me up in the sheet and sat by me on the bed until I fell asleep.  

-simone1