I'm a 47 year old woman. I am sharing this story because what happened to me so very a long ago still haunts me to this day. I am in Therapy and have emotional support in my life now. When I was a 17 year old girl I lived in a small town, I didn't have a really good home life with my family, it was extremely dysfunctional, but that didn't mean I didn't love my family. I got into an argument with my mom late one night and left my home to go to a friend of my families who lived about a 15 miles drive from there, I was on foot. What happened after that would alter me for the rest of my life. By the time I had arrived to my families friends I had been missing for two months. I stayed with the family friend for three days helping them move and then they drove me back to my families for me to only realize it was Thanksgiving Day. I left my parents in Mid September in 1994. I didn't feel ok I knew something horrible had happened I just couldn't remember and on top of that my mother suggested I go to the hospital. I spent two weeks in the hospital and have just now finally came to grips with the very fact that I was kidnapped by three men, taken up further North in Ohio somewhere near farm land, there were other girls with me, I was sexual assaulted and drugged and by the grace of God I managed to escape and make it to my destination that year in 1994. Even today I am still struggling with it, but I know after some therapy things will get better. I know I was missing because no one in my family could find me, I had lost a lot of my memory, but what I can remember is very scary too me to this day. Also, the attending Dr who visited me in the hospital during my two week stay told me I was severely traumatized and I was so frustrated because at that time I couldn't remember anything, but one thing I never forgot feeling was scared, feeling scared for my life. I thank God everyday that these men didn't kill me. It took me years to accept that I did experience this but I have a small support system of people I love helping me through the process. I have regained some memories of what happened and I honestly don't want to remember the rest, because what happened to me was paralyzing and horrible and those things I can't remember were probably worse than what I remember. I'm a true survivor and would never want this to happen to anyone. I was just a teenage girl.