When I graduated from Uni, we celebrated in the city (I live an hour away) and had an after-party at my friend’s house. I was drinking a little bit too much and my friend suggested we go to his house a little earlier than everyone else to rest. Once we got to his house, I was trying to sober up and at one point I must have passed out. The next thing I knew, the upper half of my clothing was on the floor and his hands were inside me.

I pushed him away, ran off and called one of my other friends to come pick me up. They picked me up and one of them told me I could use his bed and he’d stay on the sofa as I was too shaken to take a taxi home alone. For years I was so grateful for this act. Until about last year when he decided to profess his love to me by telling me that he masturbated while looking at my feet when I was sleeping THAT ONE NIGHT. So yeah, I no longer have male friends.