Two years ago I was raped by someone I thought was my friend in my own apartment. When people ask me why didn’t I report him to the authorities, I really don’t know what to tell them. I guess it’s because there was a part of me that blamed myself for what happened. I was the one who let him come by late that night. For days my apartment reeked of his cologne. The smell would turn my stomach every time I entered my home. He had violated my body and my personal space. I lived in fear for months wondering if I would come home from work one day and he’d be at my apartment. Thanks to my family and friends I feel more open to speak up about what happened to me and I no longer blame myself for what happened. It saddens me that sexual assault is such an epidemic and that it is a crime that is treated so lightly by many people. I hope that there will be a turning of the tide before long.