cut.isnt.my.name
it's actually kat
- Jan 12, 2026
- 14
this happened a little over a month ago. honestly I just want to get it out so that it will maybe stop clouding my mind.
TW: alcohol, SA?, nsfw?
it was a sunday. there was a event and everyone was dressed up in costumes. as a little explanation its kind of like carnival. its mainly for the kids. but teens and adults get drunk after the kids part. I was wasted pretty early into the evening. drinks were either free or paid for me. I was with my best friend. we decided to go to a near by bar. on the way there we saw a guy on the street and i started talking to him because he was also dressed up. i can't remember his face. we arrived at the bar and my best friends boyfriend met us there. we got in and pretty soon my friends boyfriend wanted to leave. my friend urged me to leave too. me in my drunk state who btw just got offered a free drink by this random guy I talked to before, didnt want to leave. so she left. a girl i was acquaintanced with but didnt really knew asked me to accompany her to the bathroom so i did. when i got back that guy handed me the drink. (tbh i have no idea if he put anything in there) I can barely remember what happened next. Suddenly me and this guy were walking somewhere. i think it was slightly raining. another blank. and then we were walking down the stairs into a basement. we were making out. another blank. suddenly we were somewhere upstairs, i know this because i remember looking out a window and being 2-3 stories up. we kept making out. he kept mentioning how young i was. he took off my clothes. he touched me. with his fingers. with his mouth. i think i consented in the moment? I can't remember. I just remember repeatedly mentioning that I had to go home. I went home in the night. no idea how i found to the train station. i woke up the next day and went on as usual but i wasnt acting like usual. i went home early. i sobbed the rest of the day. the next three days were filled with tears.
i told a close friend of mine and his response was just that now i knew to not drink as much.
almost as if it was my fault.
was it my fault?
I guess i gave consent in the moment but i still felt, feel so violated. i kinda started crying again while writing this.
TW: alcohol, SA?, nsfw?
it was a sunday. there was a event and everyone was dressed up in costumes. as a little explanation its kind of like carnival. its mainly for the kids. but teens and adults get drunk after the kids part. I was wasted pretty early into the evening. drinks were either free or paid for me. I was with my best friend. we decided to go to a near by bar. on the way there we saw a guy on the street and i started talking to him because he was also dressed up. i can't remember his face. we arrived at the bar and my best friends boyfriend met us there. we got in and pretty soon my friends boyfriend wanted to leave. my friend urged me to leave too. me in my drunk state who btw just got offered a free drink by this random guy I talked to before, didnt want to leave. so she left. a girl i was acquaintanced with but didnt really knew asked me to accompany her to the bathroom so i did. when i got back that guy handed me the drink. (tbh i have no idea if he put anything in there) I can barely remember what happened next. Suddenly me and this guy were walking somewhere. i think it was slightly raining. another blank. and then we were walking down the stairs into a basement. we were making out. another blank. suddenly we were somewhere upstairs, i know this because i remember looking out a window and being 2-3 stories up. we kept making out. he kept mentioning how young i was. he took off my clothes. he touched me. with his fingers. with his mouth. i think i consented in the moment? I can't remember. I just remember repeatedly mentioning that I had to go home. I went home in the night. no idea how i found to the train station. i woke up the next day and went on as usual but i wasnt acting like usual. i went home early. i sobbed the rest of the day. the next three days were filled with tears.
i told a close friend of mine and his response was just that now i knew to not drink as much.
almost as if it was my fault.
was it my fault?
I guess i gave consent in the moment but i still felt, feel so violated. i kinda started crying again while writing this.