The assault happened when I was 15, at a house party. I was drinking. At some point, I became incapacitated. I have intermittent memories of each individual attack — there were three — starting with coming to on the floor of a guest bedroom, a boy’s head between my knees. The next time I surfaced, I was moaning “ow” in a bed, and there was a second boy on top of me, penetrating me. The last thing I remember of that night is being in another bedroom, in another bed, with a third boy, and a burst of something vile in my mouth. In the morning, I woke next to him astonished about how I let it happen to me.