I was raped. By someone I knew. And it wasn't okay. It's taken me 5 years to admit that to myself and say it out loud. To rebuild what that moment took away in a matter of seconds. I didn't consent. I was asleep and woke up with my boyfriend on top of me. And I just froze. Frozen speechless with no words to say no or get off me. And the next morning, he had no words. Not a single one to explain what he had done or why. He truly believes there was nothing wrong and in there lies the problem. If he doesn't admit it then did it ever happen and will it continue. I'm writing this because sexual violence is all too rampant in our world. 1 in 3 women worldwide, 1 in 6 in America, have been the victim of rape or attempted rape. 1 in 2 transgenders have been raped. 40% of lesbians, gay men and bisexuals have experienced sexual violence. And 90% of the time it's by someone you know. 90% of the time it goes unreported. The more conversations we have; we might actually start talking about the same thing. And hopefully future generations won't have to build up the courage to say those 3 loaded words, I was raped.