Jackie

I was in the first grade when we were standing in line waiting to go out to lunch. I was standing in front of a group of boys when out of nowhere one of them slaps my ass. I was so taken aback and felt extremely embarrassed but more than anything I felt immediate anger. I turned around and told him I would tell the teacher and he and his friends giggled. I raised my hand to tell the teacher which scared the crap out of the kid. However, when the teacher asked me what I needed I felt an embarrassment pass over me and overwhelming shame. The whole class was looking at me as the teacher stood in front of the line. I simply told her that the boy had “hit me” because I didn’t want to get in trouble and I didn’t want him to get in trouble. She simply told him to knock it off otherwise he would be sent to the principles office, not knowing what had actually happened. Now I have no idea why I had felt any compassion for him. I wish I would’ve told the teacher the truth and more than anything I wish I wasn’t taught to be ashamed for being harassed. I’m not the one who should be ashamed.