I was never raped, but when I was 11, the son of a family friend copped a feel whenever we were…
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I was never raped, but when I was 7 an older boy in the neighborhood (11 or 12) would take me into his shed. He would convince me to play “doctor” with him. He would make me pull my pants down and check my parts to see if they were “ok”. He would then have me do the same to him.

I was never raped, but when I was 10–13, I would go swimming in my grandparents pool. A neighbor (and friend of my grandfather) would conveniently go for walks whenever I was in the pool. He would yell at me from the fence, asking if I could get out of the pool to get my grandpa for him. I didn’t want to get out of the pool. If I did he would watch me all the way to the door.

I was never raped, but no matter where I go in public, there will always be at least one guy who catcalls me because of the large size of my ass. Something that I cannot control. I feel as if I can’t wear leggings or any sort of form fitting pants, even though sweatpants and leggings are comfortable and perfect for lazy days.

I was never raped, but a guy I was with would harass me for sex every day, multiple times a day. When I denied him sex because I just wasn’t in the mood, he would throw a fit and lock me out of the room for multiple hours while he jerked off the whole time.

I was never raped, but when I’m alone at night I feel terrified. I feel as if i cannot walk to my car without looking over my shoulder to see if anyone is there.

I was never raped, but there was this guy, a stranger at a party I was at, who grabbed my arm. He tried to kiss me against my will. I didn’t know him. I tried to pull my head away from him and told him to stop. I had to push him away and run.

I was never raped, but when I was staying at an ex’s house, a friend of his slept there for the night. He was told to sleep in the garage with his dog. They were not allowed into the house. At 3 a.m. I heard screaming coming from his sister’s room. Her and her friend were screaming, telling him to get out of their room. He was supposedly looking for his dog (who was in the garage the whole time). When they woke up, they found him staring at them, standing over top of them, watching them sleep. I found out later that night, after I yelled at him with a knife behind my back, that he had a gun.

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