⚠️ MIGHT TRIGGER ⚠️
We have no idea how this post is going to turn out to be honest. There’s so much chaos in our head and so much pain when we think about how we were treated. All these horrible flashbacks have given us mayor anxiety and so many ‘dissociation periods’.
This post is written by me, Mana. Before I became we.
It started when I was about 6 years old. There was a boy who always took me into the bushes, showed me his penis and made me pull down my pants as well. He never touched me or made me touch him. Yet it still is a bad memory. Just can’t get the bad feelings out of our head.
When I was 12 years old the next thing happened. I was on holiday with my parents, having a good time. A cute guy came up to me, held my hand and we just floated around the pool like that. Then he asked if I would mind going in the hottub and I went with him. He proceeded to stick his hand down my bikini pants and places my hand on his penis. I completely freaked out, but instead of that resulting in me punching him in the face, I froze. I couldn’t move. I barely managed to tell him to let go of me, but he didn’t listen. Have absolutely no idea how long we sat there like that, but if felt like hours. In the end I finally managed to get away from him and ran to the shower to scrub myself clean. I fell to the floor, crying like a baby.
I was absolutely terrified and didn’t dare to tell anyone what had happened. I just felt so gross, so disgusting. What was making it worse, is that I saw him multiple times a day and I was too scared to go anywhere. What if he followed me? What would he do to me then, after rejecting his advances? I managed to avoid him during the rest of our holiday, thank god.
Well, this was the first part. Writing this was so much harder than I (we) thought it would be. Not sure when the next part will be up. We’re struggling so much.