Assault?

A few weeks ago, I woke up in a friend’s house without any pants or underwear on. I was really drunk, and a guy I didn’t really know followed me back to the room my friend was letting me stay in after his party. We started making out, and I was fine with that, but then it progressed very quickly. I was wasted, and I don’t remember everything that happened, but I remember some of it. I never told him “no” or “stop,” but I never said that what he was doing was okay either; if I did, I obviously didn’t know what I was consenting to. At one point I said “condom” because I was having trouble articulating what I wanted and communicating that I really just wanted him to leave, but somewhere, I was thinking that I couldn’t get pregnant from whatever he does. He said we weren’t going to have sex, but I’m not sure if we did or not. After a while, as I have no sense of time and passed out at some point when he was there, I sat up and said “trash” a few times then vomited all over the bed. The next morning, I woke up bleeding and I had cuts from him yanking on my bra too hard and hickeys all over.

I don’t really know what to think of this whole experience, but all I do know is that if I had been sober I would never have even been making out with him in the first place. Now, I am so embarrassed about the whole thing, and I can’t eat anymore. I don’t know what to do, and it’s hard because he’s friends with some of my friends, which means I will probably see him again. To add to this, I already have issues with my dad, friends, work, and just being depressed in general, and all of this is just piling up; I don’t know how much more I can take.

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