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9 years ago yesterday was the day a coworker took me to work and decided to pull over and molest me instead. At the time I was a virgin and had never been touched before at all. It sent me into an even deeper depression than I was already in and feeling out of sorts with my body. I had a hard time showering because I remembered how those rough callous fingers felt touching me. I was already depressed because of being homeless and staying in a room at my sperm donor father’s place with a person that lived there that was mentally abusive to me. 4 days after the molestation Chester Bennington died, a singer whose music had got me through dark times and I became a shell of a person but I had to pretend. Even the day I was molested I worked that shift at the arena and though spaced out I pretended everything was okay. That’s how I am, my coping mechanism