Updated 7 hours ago No Matter What I Did The Night I Was Sexually Assaulted, It Was Not My Fault "I told myself I drank too much or I dressed too sexy or my flirting sent the wrong message or I didn't fight back, but none of it justifies what happened to me." Courtesy of Tammy Rabideau The author at Flashbacks, the nightclub in Madison, Wisconsin, where she met the men who sexually assaulted her, in 2005. I wasn’t asleep, so I can’t say I woke up. But I was there, in the hotel room. I saw myself lying on the bed, my legs dangling over the edge. To my right, a man stood with his pants off ― his penis in one hand while he fondled my breasts with the other. I felt nothing but I saw it all, as if I were watching myself in a movie. There were voices.