It was my freshman year of college, and I’d been dating this guy for about four or five months. We were laying in bed in my dorm and he started to put his hand down my pants. I told him that I wasn’t in the mood, but he kept going anyways, saying things like, “Oh come on, it’s not like you have to do anything,” or “What’s wrong with you?” I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing. I started crying, quietly at first so he wouldn’t hear me, but soon it became loud and uncontrollable sobbing. Only then did he stop. But when he stopped, he didn’t apologize, he didn’t wipe my tears… He just said “I can’t believe that you’re not into this,” and turned over in bed.

It wasn’t until several years later that I realized that I had been violated. Until quite recently, I had thought that entire situation was my fault and that he had the right to be angry with me. This is why sexism needs to stop. It needs to stop so that the next girl who gets violated by her boyfriend knows that it’s not her fault.