When I was 14 I was a friends house and we were all taking drugs as usual. I was so messed up that I didn't think twice about the gay guy sleeping next to me. I had just met him and he was really cool and super gay! Later that night he took a bunch of pills and I guess couldn't handle himself under this influence and he ended up forcing his hand down my pants. He had molested me. I pushed this memory so far back that I literally forget about it. I'm forever sober now.