This is the first time I ever talk about this. I never told anyone, not my parents or a friend. This happened when I was 15, I’ve always been really quiet and shy, the stereotypical lonely kid. There was a guy in my class who would always try to argue with me, about pretty much anything, I would just ignore him. I’m not sure how it started, when was the first time, why did it happen, I’m not sure. All I can remember him, in an empty classroom, he trying to touch me, trying to lift up my school uniform. I kept saying no, but he wouldn’t stop, somehow I managed to run away from there, but it didn’t stop there, I wanted to forget it happened so I didn’t say anything, but after that, every other day he would corner me somewhere in the school and try and touch me. Sometimes even in the classroom, when everyone was there, he would put a jacket on top of me and try and touch my breasts. I was so ashamed of it. This went on for about a year, and I got myself in this really dark place. I started cutting myself, drank a lot, problems with bulimia and anorexia. I just hated myself for letting that happen to me and for so long., I hated the person I was. I stopped cutting myself and drinking, but I kinda just changed that for compulsively eat. I’m always anxious, and I feel really uncomfortable when a guy touches me, like just a hand shake or something. I just feel like there is something missing in me, and I don’t know how to get it back.
— Survivor, age 25