When I was 16, I was walking through a bar in NYC, with friends, when a guy grabbed my butt.

The next thing I know, he’s dragging me out of the bar, and then he’s raping me.

I was too drunk to say anything.

I remember looking at the other girls and saying, “Why didn’t I do something?”

And I remember feeling so ashamed.

I went home.

I felt so horrible.

I didn’t know what to do.

I just went back home and cried for hours.

The rape happened in a club where I had to fight to get in.

I started drinking, and I was very, very drunk, too.

It was a nightmare.

My mom and dad helped me deal with it and said, “Just don’t get involved in bars anymore.

If something happens to you, you don’t need to be involved in it.”

It was one of the worst nights of my life.

But I remember thinking, “I’ve got to do something.”

I went to the police.

I told the guy to go to jail.

And he was arrested.

But he’s out on bail.

My story was a success story.

It’s still something I’m trying to get across, but it’s a very different story for the rapists who don’t have the same support systems and resources.

I am still afraid of getting involved in the sex industry because I feel like they have no power, that there’s no way to get justice for them.

The sexual assault is a crime that is on the books, and it’s up to the victim to prove that he or she has been assaulted.

But the victim can’t prove the crime, so the victim is left to fend for himself or herself.

I think the biggest lesson that I learned was that I had no choice but to fight for myself.

When you’re a survivor, the worst thing that can happen to you is that you get raped.

When I got to high school, I didn