I was 17/18 and learning to drive. My driving instructor was in his 50s/60s. I’d had very little sexual experience up until that point.
When he would guide the wheel, his hand would graze the underside of my breasts. It happened infrequently enough for me not to know if this was intentional or not. Maybe I’m still trying to write it off as accidental in my head, years later. I do remember him exhaling and grunting slightly every time he did it. I remember just freezing every time it happened and my mind going blank.
I never told anyone about it until I told my mum years after the fact. She frowned, probably acknowledging that it shouldn’t have happened however didn’t say anything. I’ve told my husband about it. I know I will tell my kids, if we have them, that if their instructor makes them feel even a bit uncomfortable in any way, we are changing them.
I don’t remember particularly dreading driving lessons. I do remember feeling more uncomfortable that the guy was also a massive racist shit as well (he was white, as am I), frequently making awful comments about the local BME communities. I wish I’d stood up to him more about that in some ways. God, I fucking hate how normalised this shit is, even, especially, to myself.