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One of the biggest components of the It's On Us campaign is a focus on bystander intervention. Generation Progress, the organization behind the movement, even created a PSA about it. But while the idea of intervening is important in theory, it can be terrifying in actual practice.

I loved to party in college, and alcohol flowed freely everywhere we went. One night during my freshman year, I walked into the living room of the fraternity house hosting that night's party and saw a friend, way too drunk to be making good life decisions, standing topless in a wet t-shirt contest gone too far. I threw a shirt on her and dragged her home as boos followed us out the door. I questioned whether I was just a prude getting in the way of an open-minded friend's good time, but when she woke up the next morning not remembering a thing, my decision was validated. It was at that moment that I realized that we needed to do a better job of looking out for each other, and because I tended to drink less than my friends, that job usually fell to me.

It's not an easy task, especially for a college kid just trying to fit in. I've been called a bitch and a jealous hag by boys who watched me carry their too-drunk-to-consent sure thing out the door. But friends on my watch always made it home safe.

It's even harder when the person who needs you to stand up for them is a stranger. I reached out to the SB Nation community for personal stories about a time you intervened when someone was too drunk to consent. What I got was a story of regret that I think almost all of us can relate to. Here is that unedited story, from a commenter at Casual Hoya.

Freshman year of college my fraternity had a semi-formal event, held at the mansion of one of our member's parents. We took a charter bus to their house and everyone was staying overnight, so the drinking started early and lasted late. One of my fraternity brothers brought as a date, "Kim," a beautiful girl who, to the best of my knowledge, was simply a good friend of many of the upper classmen in the frat.

In addition to dinner (and more drinking), people hung out all around the house, including in the large outdoor pool and hot tub. As the night progressed, it became clear that "Kim" was highly intoxicated, well past the point of stumbling and slurred speech. As less and less people remained outdoors, Kim at one point ended up in the hot tub with "Tony" (not her date). Tony was a junior or senior, probably 6'3" and 250 or 300 pounds, loud, and mean. Tony was also certainly drunk at this point, though not to the level of Kim.

The hot tub was visible from inside the house, and a few of us noticed as Tony began making a move on Kim, and then proceeded to have sex with her. There is zero doubt in my mind that Kim was unable to consent (or resist) by this time. I distinctly recall that those of us inside were disgusted and concerned by these events (in itself noteworthy, for a group that typically welcomed and celebrated "sexual conquests"). And yet nobody intervened.

Personally, this is the single thing of which I am most ashamed from college (if not beyond). While I used to justify my silence by a physical fear of Tony, as well as perhaps a social fear of speaking up as a freshman, there is absolutely no reason I could not - and should not - have gathered a group of guys to help me intervene. To this day I wish I would have spoken up, for my own conscience, certainly, but most importantly, for Kim.

I want to encourage you to share your own personal stories in the comments. It can be a time you stepped in, a time you wish you had, or a time someone stepped in for you. The more we talk about it, the closer we come to understanding what our roles are in the issue of sexual assault.

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