I was walking down the hill past the bus stop one evening in August. It was still light, but very quiet, with only one man in sight. As I got closer to him he crossed to the other side of the road, but just as I walked by he crossed back. Before I knew it he had grabbed me, wrapped his arms around me tightly, and was not letting go. I shouted “get off me!”, “stop it!” and tried to pry his hands off. He moved one hand down my back to my bum, grabbed it and squeezed it. I was in shock. I finally managed to break free and ran away as fast as I could. I was 16. To this day I can’t help feeling like I was partly to blame, I was wearing short shorts, so was I asking for it? I feel sorry for this man, and if he is ever charged, I will feel guilty. What does that say about our society and what we teach young girls…
