anonymous, via email
When I was 14ish years old I went to the cinema to watch a film with a guy that I was just friends with. We had always been just friends and there was nothing more. Half way through the film he started to try and hold my hand. It made me very uncomfortable so I moved my hand to my leg and thought that would be it, but he continued and progressed to him trying to force his hand between my legs. I didn’t know what to go so I just sat there and felt sorry for myself. Luckily the film ended and it didn’t go any further than that but it made me feel inferior and worthless for years until I ready your book and it made me realise that it’s okay and that I’m okay. What he did wasn’t right. But it wasn’t my fault. Thank you.