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When I Shared My Trauma Story With a Stranger
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I found myself completely flat on a beer-stained floor with the weight of a foreign body pinning me to the ground. This wasn’t a sexual assault, but my attacker was intoxicated and reckless, didn’t have permission to touch me, and the incident separated my life into “before” and “after.” It was the start of Spring Fling of my freshman year at the University of Pennsylvania.
Spring Fling is a half week of intensive binge drinking that the university organizes and encourages. It’s the highlight of the year for most students.
As the festivities began, my girlfriends and I went to the football team’s party. All floors of the house were packed, and my friend asked, “Wanna go up or down?” I shrugged and pointed up.
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