When i was 14, i moved down state to stay with my aunt and uncle. I met this really cool guy and i actually liked him. However, i didn't know that he was 19 until he had raped me. I metioned that he had done something wrong to me to the social worker at school and she said that it wasn't the first time that he'd been accused of something along those lines. I never told her what actually happened though. i freaked and moved back in with my mom. I told my psychologist half of the storey; the same half i told the social worker. I moved in with my dad. Then i fanally told the truth to my homeroom teacher. She made me tell the social worker there, and then she called my dad. My dad freaked and cried because he wasn't there to protect me. He promissed not to tell my mom and said that it was up to me. I promissed my homeroom teacher that i'd tell her but i still haven't. I cant even say his name, and i don't want to make my mom cry again. i already did that by trying to kill myself. i wont tell her because i dont want to hurt her any more.