MELBOURNE, Australia — A former college classmate of mine describes how he suffered abuse and the trauma of alcohol addiction for more than 35 years.
It was around the time I first turned 18 that I got sober.
My friends and I went to a party and we were drinking and having fun, enjoying ourselves, and I realised I was drunk, I was really inebriated and I was trying to be funny and really drinking.
So I asked him, “Can I just have a drink with you?” and he said, “Sure, why not?”
I was like, “Okay, I’m having one with you.”
He goes, “Well, I’ll take one with this,” and he took the glass of wine with him and took me to the bathroom.
He took off his shirt and took off the rest of his clothes and put them in the sink.
He started to wash his hair, and he just came back, stripped naked, and started to rape me.
I tried to fight him off and I had to stop him.
Then he started to kiss me, and as I stopped resisting, he put his hand on my back and started kissing me.
I tried to stop it, and my heart was beating so fast I was crying.
And I remember I felt like I was going to die, like I couldn’t breathe.
I didn’t know what was happening.
At one point I thought, “Oh my God, I’ve been drinking for 35 days.”
He was on top of me, he was rubbing my body, he had his hands on my body and he was fucking me.
The whole time I was thinking, “I’ve got to get out of here.”
I was so scared and terrified and I tried getting up and I could see the lights of the bar and I couldn and I yelled out, “Please don’t do that to me, please don’t, please, please.”
Then I remember being in a dark hallway, and the lights went out.
The next thing I remember was hearing a lot of people screaming and screaming and trying to get away from me.
There were tears on my face.
When I got out of the hospital, I went home and cried a lot.
Around that time, I started drinking again and I started getting a lot more physical in a way.
We had a lot in common, I guess because I had gone through the same thing, but I was drinking a lot and I didn, too.
After a while, I realised that I was not having sex anymore.
I had become a bit of a prostitute.
For a long time, my friends didn’t believe me, but eventually they did and they took me back to their house, where they kept me in their bedroom and kept me sober.
I went back and I told them that I had been drinking and that I wasn’t a sex addict anymore.
But when I started coming back to school, it got a bit more difficult.
That’s when I realised it was going back to the days of the drinking, because I couldn.
One of my friends asked me, “What’s the worst thing that happened to you?”
I said, I don’t remember anything.
They went on to say, “You were so drunk you couldn’t remember a single thing.”
I said “What?” and they said, ‘You were drunk.’
“That was the first time I had any recollection of being drunk or anything like that.
I asked. “
“I think it was your parents.”
They said, “(The note) said).”
“Yes, it said.”
“I think I just need to get back to class,” I said.
Because it was raining outside, I decided to go into the classroom.
As I walked into the school, I remember thinking, I could not remember anything, and then I looked around and there were other kids sitting there drinking.
And then I remembered that I felt a bit dizzy and I just thought, This must have been a really bad dream.
While I was sitting there, I noticed a couple of other boys had come to class.
One of them said, in a very serious voice, “We’re getting married.”
That night, I woke up in bed, and it was like a dream.
I was having a really hard time.
Later that day, I came home and my father came to my room and he told me he had been attacked.
Now, my father has since died and he has never told me anything.
I never asked him anything about it.
Two years ago, I found out that my mother,