I am so, so sorry this happened to you and you are so, SO brave for sharing this story here. For whatever it’s worth, this internet stranger hopes you’re doing well, and is sending you all the love and positive vibes in the world.

I am so sorry that happened to you. It is really really common for us to blame ourselves and to try and to act in “weird” ways to make sense of it. It wasn't your fault and it isn't your fault and I wish you all the healing in the world. You are strong and brave and talking about it is a part of your healing journey.…

I’m so sorry, that’s an awful feeling to live with. While brown-out drunk, I hooked up with someone and to this day I have no idea what really happened. I have zero clue how it happened. In my fuzzy recollections of the evening, we were all drinking at a party, then I have a few brief flashes of being naked in bed…

I’m so sorry that happened to you. I sympathize with the misplaced guilt. I once blacked out at a work happy hour. I had a boyfriend at the time, but he wasn’t there. Apparently a male co-worker took me home... and I woke up in the middle of the night to find us mostly naked in bed together. I don’t think anything…

Hugs to you. Just ... so many hugs. Your story cut way close to an experience of my own. I’m sorry this happened to you. Have another hug.

Blackouts are scary. I had blackout sex for the first time with my last boyfriend. I made him into a boyfriend to legitimize what happened. What happened was a weird, blurry thing between consent and...um, not consent? I was wasted. So was he. What is that? There was no violence. I still struggle with this. We were…