Dear Lady. Ann:
He’s 20, I’m 16, we were friends. He asked me if I wanted to get food at 2 am, I don’t know why I said yea but I did. I was in sweatpants and a big t-shirt, nothing special. We were listening to music and he pulled over somewhere and I asked him what he was doing and he grabbed me and pushed me down. I didn’t scream or even speak, I don’t know why I couldn’t voice the words “no” but I tried fighting him off of me. I kept kicking and pulling my pants up and he went under my pants and assaulted me.
I struggled and then I just couldn’t move. I just couldn’t think or speak. He just had sex with my body, I wasn’t even there. Then he took me home. I couldn’t tell anyone or even speak or breathe really. I panicked and ordered plan B without my parents knowing it, came the next day I took it. I was confused that it happened and I didn’t even make sense of what he did. I’m messed up that’s all I know. I’m a transgender male and I feel unbearably depressed about it and it happened Sunday morning of this week. I know being a trans person, I’m in the target zone, but I never thought it would happen to me. I don’t plan on telling anybody ever. I don’t see myself as a victim because I couldn’t even say no and I know it’s probably been very bad for others. Also, I didn’t “love” sending this or even writing this please change your choice of words.