One night, as per usual, we went downtown for a couple drinks.
I don’t have my driver licence so he took me home.
He was a good friend. I liked him very much. He always was so nice and understanding.
We made out one night couple years prior to that night. But we both agreed it was nothing but drunken kisses.
As we arrived at my place I was saying goodnight & about to leave when he asked me to stay a little to chat in the car.
Of course I said yes.
We were just chatting and first, then he asked for a hug.
He started to get a little handsy. I was trying to get him off me but he was too strong. I panicked, didn’t know what to do.
So I started pushing him away & saying ‘no’ ‘please stop’.
He got his hand down my pants & starting fingering me.
It must have lasted a few seconds maybe minutes but it felt like hours. I was crying & laughing at the same time, my brain was a mess.
I finally did manage to open the door and pull myself out of his car.
I got out closed the door and got to his side (he couldn’t have gone out or followed me as he’s in a wheelchair) and told him to fuck off and to never contact me or approach me again before running to my house.
I still see him all the time.
He still doesn’t get why I’m ‘mad’ at him.
I started telling a few people (especially girls that he offers to sleep at his place or drive them back home) but it took me over a year to be able to talk about it.
The only person I told before was my boyfriend, the night that it happened.
I’m sorry this is long, this might not be as bad as so many other unfortunate people & oh god! I’m so sorry anyone had to go through this.
Thank you for letting people share their story.
— Hannes, age 24