multiple assaults, hard not to blame myself.

i just feel like im going to burst today with all the shame, and anger that no justice will ever be had. so i have many friends who are SA survivors and i by no means feel like my story is the worst but heavy nonetheless. we moved a lot growing up, i was always changing schools. my parents where pretty busy with my 2 younger siblings and i remember often feeling forgotten unless i was needed as a babysitter. i do have a weird memory of pretending to be asleep while something happened to me but its so foggy im not sure it really happened. my first time getting assaulted that i do remember was 8th grade. i had recently started dressing sexier and me and my 2 friends loved the attention we got. that being said i was still very inexperienced sexually and just liked looking good. there was a boy on the bus who started to force himself into my bra and into my panties everyday. sometimes while others watched. i strangely developed a crush on him despite being made to feel uncomfortable when he wouldnt stop when i said to stop. the bus driver contacted the school and i was interviewed by the principal but i defended this boy because i didnt want him to be mad at me. i even went to his house one day where it continued. i told my mother about this one incident years later and she said see this is why we were worried about you dressing so slutty. :/ he left a couple years then came back when we were juniors. i received an apology via aim ( im aging myself) where he said sorry and that what he had done was not very romantic. this is probably the only apology ive ever received. that same year another boy masterbated in the back of class while staring at me during a movie day. i pretended to be asleep because i was so horrified and frozen. i saw him a decade later he definetely remembered me and he did look quite guilty. i ended up in one of those boarding schools for troubled teens for 10 months which had its own fair share of trauma but non sexual. when i got out i inherited 8 grand from my grandparents and got an apartment with my best friend and went crazy with drugs. i went to florida with a friend i knew from the program and while there at a party one night i had a train run on me by 7 guys while i was super drunk. one of whom i had rejected a day before and he was literally making fun of me while fucking me. fast forward i start using heroin and get my very own heroin addicted boyfriend. we were a trainwreck and that relationship could be its own book but he raped me while i was passed out, and also raped me when we were experimenting with rough sex and when i said the safety word he continued while i pleaded with him to stop. he died 3 years into our relationship of an overdose. i started sleeping around a ton but had no more terrible experiences that i can remember. although i did sleep with people for drugs or a place to stay. i got clean but got addicted to a man when i was 25. would spend the next 7 years with someone who would sleep around because he was a man but i couldnt because i was a woman. he pressured me into doing anal which i hated and i often found myself having sex when i didnt want to but nothing as terrible as with my first boyfriend. although yes the bar was set quite low. the last and honestly most troubling thing that happened was that once i broke up with this guy i was on tinder. i connected with a guy on tinder that i knew through friends. things escalated and i sent him a video of myself masterbating at his request. come to find out it was him and a group of guys talking to me and all my photos and videos were being shared in a group text. one of these guys was my best friends baby daddy and he sent the video to my best friend pretending i had sent them to HIM. he is a very scary sociopath imo and he was trying to get a rise out of my friend as well as break up our friendship because i had encouraged her to leave his crazy ass. she knew i wouldnt do that and figured it was the guy i thought i was talking who had tricked me. i had no idea that they were friends or i wouldnt of entertained him. she did give me shit for sending a video like that and tried to put the blame on me at first. i shut her down and we still talk all the time but ive never forgotten that. i saw one of them at a dinner party years later, i had no idea who he was but he humiliated me in front of all these new adult friends i was trying to make. i hate him and this group of guys more than all the others because it was so calculated and cruel. i have never pushed charges on any of them because honestly on paper i am a very unlikable victim. i have been in the psych ward many times, drug abuse, and promiscuity. im married now to my best friend and we moved across the country. i miss my friends back home but a big part of why i cant bring myself to go back to even visit is the fear of running into any of these men. i also used to want to live in florida but i think about the train and decide against it. ive been in emdr and it helps a lot as well as working on my relationship with my higher power. i blame myself often because i did put myself in some very dangerous situations. feels good to get it all out thank you if anyone has read this.