I was sexually assaulted once when I was seven by one of my teenage friends, who then pretended it never happened and I had imagined the whole thing, and another time, repeatedly by my teacher when I was twelve. The only problem is I'm terrified that what I think is real and I what is real are two very different things. I'm so confused. Could that boy had been right? Am I some sort of sicko who imagines people raping her? I feel the fear, and I know the terror but...I don't understand. I'm 17 now and I'm getting ready to go away to College but I need to know once and for all...but how do I find out the truth. I'm so scared to find out that the truth is that I was never hurt to begin with. . . I know God is always with me and I've confided in one other, my English teacher, who is a Christian, and I trust him greatly but no one else knows....what do I do?