I was fifteen and on a bus home from a different city. About an hour into the four hour journey, a man got on the bus and sat next to me. He pretended to be asleep and kept leaning forwards, resting/ rubbing his face on my breast.
This was a few years ago now, and at this point no one had ever talked to me about sexual assault and I didn’t know what to do. All I had been taught was to be polite. So I was, I shuffled and tried to lean away but he would slowly move to a position where he was back there.
Years later, I still feel stupid for seriously considering that maybe he was just asleep and now wanting to cause a fuss.
He tried to wait for me when I got off the bus but left when he saw that I went to friends who were waiting.
