I was at a high-school football game with a bunch of my friends. We were all hanging out, having alot of fun. But one of my friends from another school had brought his friend, “Jason”, with him to the game. “Jason” seemed nice enough and I talked to him for a little bit. The guys started joking around about paying me to do sexual stuff with them. I just ignored them and walked away. But “Jason” came up to me. He pulled me in front of him so my back was to him. Then he grabbed my hand and pressed it against the lower part of his pants. My heart stopped and I was scared. But he then proceeded to stick my hand into his pants. I knew it was wrong but didn’t know what to do. My hand was now directly on his penis. I couldn’t figure out why no one was helping me. It was the worst experience of my life.
When I was eight years old, my oldest brother sexually assaulted me for two years. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t do anything to stop it because it was all I knew. One day before my mom left, I asked her not to go because I didn’t want to be alone with him in the house. She asked why and I finally told her. His defense was that it wasn’t just one-sided, but I didn’t know what else to do but let him do it. Things got awkward after that, but now he doesn’t even speak with us, has a wife and kid and is just fine, i suppose. When i told my mother that, i felt like i lost 300 pounds of non-physical weight. So speak up and start saying this slogan to yourself and others: Lift the Weight; Don’t Wait.
When I was in sixth grade, my brother started sexualy harassing me. Finally one day, he was successful with rape. It was horrible. I hate it so much and I can never think of him the same now. But I have moved on from that, and it made me stronger, and able to handle more things.