Well I haven’t told this to anyone but now while I’m typing this I know hundreds of people will see this. But when I was 12 I was sexually assaulted by my volleyball coach (he was in his late 60’s), I had just started wearing a bra and I had just gotten my first period a month before the incident. I had been asking him for a new uniform for a while cause mine had holes in it so one day he called me into his office I thought he was finally going to give me my new uniform he sat me next to him and started kissing my cheek and groping my breasts I was speechless, my body froze he started kissing me on my mouth I wanted to die in that very moment but when he tried to take off my shirt I yelled “NO” and got up I told him I wanted to go back and continue practicing, I think I got lucky because both of his legs were prosthetic because he had been playing volleyball for so long and he wasn’t really strong, but I couldn’t have fought him off. The worst part of all of this was that I had to go to practice and face him everyday for another year because I hadn’t told anyone, not even my mom about this. We moved away but I never forgot and I never told anyone. So now when I fight for women who have been sexually assaulted or harassed people always attack me with the “you don’t know” “it hasn’t happened to you”, but still it was me who got over the depression and it was me who overcame the fear of trusting people because I remember how before assaulting me he would tell me I was special and precious and that I was his favorite one. #metoo
