I was 19 and in my first year of college. Making friends was hard so I got a serving job to stay busy, pay the bills, and hopefully make some friends. He told me he was 26 (he was 30).

I have had two abortions, both traumatic, both for very different reasons.

I was raped at a party on New Year's Eve.

I transferred universities between my freshman and sophomore years, and within the first four months, I had been raped twice.

I am the secret majority. Here I sit, a happily married 31 year old mother of two in the house I own with my two dogs and my cup of tea.

I was raped by my boyfriend whom I was living with when I was 22.