#1970

I was 17. I met a guy at the mall. I had never been approached before in public and asked for my number, and I gave it to him. We talked for a few days. He said he wanted to take me out to dinner, I had also never been taken out on a proper date before, it all seemed very romantic. We agreed on a day after school, I didn’t know until quite a while after but he had lied about his age, he was not 18. He was 26. Dinner was going well, and then he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place after. I gave him a firm no, and said I wasn’t comfortable with that because I barely knew him. He seemed disappointed. The rest of the dinner was pretty quiet. I remember him a few more times throughout the night asking things along the line of “are you sure?” And “it’ll be fun” to which I reinforced my answer. I was very uncomfortable at this point and he was my ride home. I hadn’t told my parents where I was, and he had promised to take me home after dinner so I bit my tongue. We left the restaurant and I remember asking him if he needed my address again to take me home; to which he just nodded no, and began driving. It was night at this point and I couldn’t tell where we were driving. We ended up at his house and I immediately told him that I said I did not want to come over. He told me to relax, and that he just had to grab something quick and I should come inside while I wait because it was winter- and he didn’t want to leave the car running. I didn’t feel good about it, but I went inside. I stood in the front entrance for a while until he came back out from his room and told me we’d have to wait a little bit for his phone to charge so that he’d have his GPS to take me home. He told me I could wait with him in his room. He made multiple advances that I pulled away from, and told him very upfront that I didn’t want to. He kept pushing. At this point my own phone was dead, and I was really afraid. I remember to this day the feeling in my chest. I asked if he could please just take me home. He said “come on, I’ll take you home right after” And I gave in. I cried on the ride home and he said nothing. I blocked all of his contacts. This was 7 years ago. I didn’t even know until recently that I was taken advantage of and this was considered sexual assault. I was coerced into an unwanted encounter, after repeatedly saying no. I felt so ashamed. For a very long time I blamed myself, thought of all of the things I should have done instead, asked myself why I gave in. And it took me a long time to realize that it wasn’t my fault, I was just scared and wanted to go home, and I was backed into a corner. Education and SA awareness is so important. There are so many people with similar experiences that don’t know what they went through was assault, and harbour that with them. Unable to heal. It was hearing other women’s similar stories that helped me heal. I knew finally that I wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t my fault.