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I was 12 years old and accompanied my younger brothers to the martial arts class. One of the seniors (a school teacher, known by my parents) sat next to me while they were busy with their class, put his hand on my leg and slid it towards my crotch. I sat frozen with fear / anxiety / … until I got to my senses and before he got to my crotch … I left the venue and told a friend (13) what just happened. He attempted to retaliate in class with little success. 26 Years later I still avoid spaces where he appears … My Mom brushes the incident off with a “he’s changed” or a “he doesn’t seem like that kind of person”; even though he has sexually harrassed one of my friends in the past 3 years.