When i was 11 i fell out with all my friends and was crying on the way home from school, a boy from a few years above caught up with me and offered me a hug, i’m a tactile person and i was upset so i accepted then he kissed me and grabbed my bum, i threw him off and hit him with my bag then ran home and didn’t tell atone till i was 17, when i did tell people they either didn’t want to hear, ignored what i’d said or told me not to say it. i only had one friend out of ten believe me. this year I’ve been to university and after a while i told all my flat mates what happened, i almost cried when they believed me without question and dealt with it so well. whilst back home at new years i saw him in a club and whilst the two friends i was with were in the bathroom he backed me against the wall and told me i still looked pretty. when i told the friends i was with that i wanted to leave the club one of them got angry with me. i was so glad when i got back to uni and told my flat mates what had happened at new year that they were angry on my behalf, i finally feel supported but i can’t ever tell my family.
