I know taht this probably isn’t the best place to do this but... I really need to take this off of my chest. I’ve been going through a lot of things that made me want to say this and alert other young girls who could do the same wrong choices that i did(or maybe hte lack of them). I’ve been sexualy abused when I was 12 years old by someone very close to me.
Basicaly, i was at a sleepover party whit my school friends. Almost all of us where of the same class, except for two. One was a girl, who was a childhood friend of mine, and the other was a boy, one or two years older than us, who was the older brother of de host. I will call him John. So, me and john have met one year before the sleepover, and we passed for some shit for a long time. Both of us were bulliied, both of us took medicine for Depression, and both of us were uncomfortable with social interactions. Note: i started dating a wonderful guy, my current boyfriend, erlier in the same year, but it was an Online thing in the time. So, me and John were eating pizza, chatting and things like that, when he Kissed me. I didn’tliked it, but since it was technically my first kiss, i didn’t say nothing. I was confused, and i didn’t wanted to be alone, and feared taht my boyfriend could be a pedo or something. He didn’t stop there, he continue to kiss me in this separate room and started touching me. He didn’t rape me, but I think even if he did, I wouldn’t have said nothing. I was so, SO scared of being alone and I didn’t wanted to be that girl in school who never kissed, never had a boyfriend, never had a relationship, for the matter, So i let him do what he wnated. I thank god, or whatever is up there, because The girl i metioned before, my childhood friend, entered, and he stopped and acted like nothing happened. However, I didn’t told her. I was embarassed of myself. Embarassed of what he did to me. My parents still don’t know, and only this year I told my boyfriend about it.
I’m sorry if this triggered you by any means, and I’m more sorry if something like this happened to you. But I think that with this horrible experience, I learned that I matter. I larned that I don’t deserve anything, only because i’m desesperate. I deserve choice. This happened only two years ago, and I still hate myself for not telling my mom, neither my friends. Bye everyone, and good day/noon/night for you.
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