The summer before last I was forced , some call it rape , some call it sexual abuse. We were camping near a popular lake with some friends. Everyone was drinking and having a good time. I remember how incredibly hot it was , that night after everyone was heading to bed , I told my husband I needed to shower. I felt disgusting and stinky from sweating all day. He offered to go with , but for whatever reason I said that I'll be fine. I went to the park showers/restroom and showered. After the shower I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door. I was immediately grabbed and thrown against the wall. I lay on the ground and looked up to see 3 men wearing nylons over their heads. One said we just want to fuck you , we've been watching you all day. Let's us have what we want and you won't get hurt. I started crying as they began their assult on me. Crying had no effect on what they were doing or what they wanted. Over and over they took me. When it was over there was some disgusting situations that happened then they started to leave. Just before leaving one said remember we know who you are so if you say anything we'll be back. I crawled back in to the shower and cleaned up. Minutes later my husband came in and said what's taking you so long. I told him that I had fallen and hurt my head and arm. He helped me back to camp. I haven't ever told him or anyone. But everytime I have enough free time I dive to the park and use the restroom. I'm not exactly sure why I do that , but it is something that is constantly on my mind. It's like I am going there to see if they are there or something.