anon

On my 18th Birthday in London, my friends took me to a club. I usually would protest to a club. I get very anxious when it comes to big crowds. However, I let them convince me to go out. Surprisingly, I had fun at first. Then, I lost my friends. A man, about 30, saw I was struggling to find them. He approached me, grabbed me, and began to kiss me. I tried to pull away but his grip around my waist pulled me in too tight. After 20 seconds of squirming I was able to run away. I felt violated like never before. But it was a club… My friends just blamed it on club culture. Everyone around us were hooking up. “Take it as a compliment- he thought you were pretty.” I never said anything to anyone else. And no I was not drunk but it shouldn’t have mattered even if I was. I was violated. He thought he could just do that. because it was normal in a club. And he was a man. For days, I could feels his hands on me.