It's been 25 years and I am only now writing about my trauma. For twenty-five years I dug it deep inside and tried to ignore it ever happened to me. I did not want to accept that I was a victim. No, not me, ...I am confident, educated, decent-looking person who is a good mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend. "Victim" no, no, that was not a word I associated with myself. Victims were the ones who I saw get violently attacked on tv shows, that is not what happened to me, so therefore, I was not a victim. I used to think victims were powerless, and no, no, that was not me. So why after twenty-five years does that first- date still haunt me? I try not to think about it, but lately, with so much stress of work, family, money, etc, my mental health needs healing, and somehow my brain keeps bringing up memories of that damn first-date with a guy I met at a car wash. I gave him my number because I thought he was hot and liked his Mercedes. He said he wanted to take me out to a nice restaurant, this excited me, because as a college student I was always broke and I was tired of eating fast food. A couple days later we met in the city and I hopped in his car. He was showering me with compliments, he even fake called a jewler friend and pretended that he met a beautiful woman and wanted to buy her a ring. ( I feel soo stupid) I was mostly falling for his charms, I was a little bit concerned he was a farce, but I was also enjoying that I thought he knew my worth. I don't know how but he then asked me to give him a little kiss while he was driving, I did, and then he said to just give him a little kiss down there. I was a little confused but he firmly pulled me down by the neck to kiss his you know what. I was shocked, of course, and also I didn't want to be rude, so I gave him a little of what he wanted and then I stopped. When I was able to pay attention to where we were going, he said he just needed to stop by his place to grab something. He pulled into his underground parking lot, and asked me to come up to see his place really quick while he got something he needed. I was a bit on edge, as I was already feeling a little bit trapped, but I was also curious to see his place, it is probably really nice! And also, I thought I was probably just feeling weird, but everything was fine, it was all in my head (I thought at the time). In his apartment, there was a woman, who left the apartment as soon as we arrived. She looked scared and a mess, and that's when I started to get really worried. I asked who she was, and the guy said she helped him with something having to do with his business. Right away he started to kiss me and touch me, kind of like a hard make out session, and I went along a bit, and then I told him that we should get going. He told me to take off my clothes and relax. I was still trying to be nice and flirtatious, but I was getting very scared because he was gripping my body and I could no longer get out of his hands. He then took off my shorts and began raping me. I said "no" so many times! Why did he do this to me? I hate him so much! But even while being raped, for a bit, I tried to just go along, thinking to myself that maybe I should just try to enjoy it as "sex" so that I wouldn't feel this awful feeling. It lasted way too long, I don't know how long it was, but it felt like an eternity. I tried to stop and push him off me, but he was physically way too strong for me. He finished, we put our clothes on, and I was still polite to him. I was soo afraid, and I just wanted to go home. I was nice and said I forgot I needed to get something done for school and can he take me to my car. Of course, he had gotten what he wanted, and he took me to my car. When I got home, I took a long shower to wash away everything that had just happened to me. I never told anyone for twenty-four years. Luckly, I have a great therapist, and she is helping me work through my trauma. I still have a lot to dig out of that deep hole I dug it into, but I am on a healing path. Thank you for taking time to listen to my story.