I’m happy to be here. I am just accepting that what had happened to me at 15 years old was not my fault. I’m 33 now, and I haven’t talked about this much because I didn’t quite understand what had really happened. I was 15. The young woman was 21 and her older brother was 24. It started with warm embraces. Signs of love. I’ve been grappling with this for years. I was in denial for many years. I never wanted to be a victim/survivor. As I got older, I felt extremely confused about what had happened. I felt something wasn’t right, but I continued to blame myself. ‘I allowed them to do it,’ I thought. ‘I’m just stupid,’ I thought. It has been a very rough weekend for me.