#1079

8th grade, somewhere around Date. I was 13 years old. I was in maths class, writing down whatever was on the board, most likely having to do with the lesson. I noticed a classmate next to me had a broken arm, wrapped up in a cast. Now, this classmate of mine wasn't any old classmate, however. He was my bully since the beginning of elementary/primary. He had always been horrible to me, harassing me, calling me names, kicking me and punching me, pushing me around and chasing me, making my school experience a living nightmare. I didn't feel safe at all because of him, and had a severe lack of friends/social life. So why would I ever trust him? Well, something in me probably told me that there was room for forgiveness. And in that moment, I asked if I could write a message on his cast. He gave me a marker in disgust, but I wrote a simple "get well soon" on there. It didn't take long for him to pass me a note, saying, "I didn't know you'd write something like this on my arm. I guess people can change, and so can I. Wanna meet me at the back of the gym after class?" I thought, "Finally, he'll apologise for all the mean crap he's done to me." So after gym class, I went to the back of the building at around 12:50pm, I believe. I remember him talking about something, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying, due to sensory proccessing disorder (I'm autistic). All of a sudden, he got nearer to my face, and pressed his lips against mine without asking. I, not knowing what to do, thought I had to comply. It got worse than just kissing. It went from French kissing, to pinning me up against the wall, touching my body, moaning, soft grunts, he knew what he was doing. He knew damn well. He told me to move further up ahead so we wouldn't get people looking at us. He kept on going, and he even asked me at one point to touch him... down there. I thought I had to. And, in I went. He touched me in my private region as well, and said, "See? Doesn't that feel nice?" It didn't. He asked me to show off my breasts, he kept on kissing me for more than a full hour. And then he said he had to go home. He grabbed his stuff and headed out of the gate. "Same time, same place, next Monday. Be there." I made a run for it because I had to be in class by 2:10pm (it was 2:05pm-ish). The next day, I felt incredibly horrible. Like I felt disgusting. I muttered under my breath, "what have I done?" the moment I woke up. Heading to school, my anxiety skyrocketed. I could feel faces staring at me, or maybe I was overthinking it. Thankfully I had the courage to tell someone about the whole thing, an ex-friend of mine whom I don't talk to anymore, but has helped me tremendously, and later on, 2 other friends of mine came and helped. I was so thankful for them. I still am. Cut to a few months later, on the Date. My 14th birthday. I didn't go out and celebrate with friends. I didn't stay at school. I went to go talk with a couple of attorneys about my case. They asked me for details and I told them everything I remembered, describing everything I could put into words, with actions, as well. And I hated reliving the experience. But I did get it out. It turned out to be a court case, with it ending up unsolved, because the jury didn't know out of me and him, who was telling the truth. The guy who SA'd me ended up leaving the school for the rest of the year, and I never saw his face again. And thank God. I'm not sure if it'd be safe for him to ever come into contact with me or anyone who knows what had happened. To the guy who did this to me, do me a favour and head to the tallest building you can find in your city, then head to the roof and take a few steps forward until you fall off. I never wanna see your ugly face again, you absolute clown. And to those who took the time to read this, thank you so much. Just remember that you are not alone and you deserve better than what had happened to you. I'm here to support you if no one else is. I know it's tough to be a survivor, but at least you made it out alive, in one piece, and are still going strong to this day, despite all the challenges life throws your way. I am so incredibly proud of all of you who have managed to survive these horrendous attacks and shared your stories. You're all superstars. <3