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or even if this is the right place to post this. I wasn't raped, or abused as a child, but I have been told that what I underwent was a sustained sexual assault.
When I was a child of about 13, we lived out in the countryside, and I had to travel to school on the schoolbus every day. There was a period (I can't remember how long now- it was several months at least) where I was assaulted by one of the older kids on the bus. This guy would have been about 15, I guess, big and strong - a lot stronger than me, anyway. He would pin me into my seat and try and force his hands into my blouse or up my skirt, while forcing me to put my hand in his crotch. There was always a struggle, I always tried to make him stop,but he was very strong, and very determined. I hated every minute of it, and knew it was wrong and that he shouldn't be doing what he was doing.
What I don't get, what I have never been able to understand, is why I continued sitting next to the guy. Why did I never report what he was doing? Why did I downplay what was going on in my mind? Why did I think he actually liked me?? Why have I never told anyone about this (until now, when I have discussed it at length and in greater detail with my partner)? I have always felt it was my own fault for sitting next to him, my own fault for never telling anyone. Or that there was something bad and dirty in me that made me carry on sitting next to him. I have had it suggested that perhaps I had a childhood with very little physical affection, or affection of any sort, that this sort of negative attention was better than none at all, but I don't know. The thing is that it has scarred me, and left me with huge issues surrounding love-making - indeed it has turned love-making from something natural, God-given and wonderful, in my eyes, to something dirty, horrible, and only about men seeking to have their needs fulfilled -nothing more. And I can't break out of that mindset.
I have always downplayed this whole chapter in my life, it is my partner who has opened my eyes to the fact that it was serious, it was sustained, and it was not my fault.
I apologise profusely to those of you who have been victims of far more serious assaults, I feel almost ashamed to be posting in the same forum as some of you, knowing that what you went through was off the scale compared to what I endured. But I hope you will not dismiss me offhand anyway.
Andy (my partner) has been wonderful and completely supportive in trying to help me work through some of the issues this has left me with, but to be honest, there is a lot neither of us understands about how this affected me, or where I go from here.
When I was a child of about 13, we lived out in the countryside, and I had to travel to school on the schoolbus every day. There was a period (I can't remember how long now- it was several months at least) where I was assaulted by one of the older kids on the bus. This guy would have been about 15, I guess, big and strong - a lot stronger than me, anyway. He would pin me into my seat and try and force his hands into my blouse or up my skirt, while forcing me to put my hand in his crotch. There was always a struggle, I always tried to make him stop,but he was very strong, and very determined. I hated every minute of it, and knew it was wrong and that he shouldn't be doing what he was doing.
What I don't get, what I have never been able to understand, is why I continued sitting next to the guy. Why did I never report what he was doing? Why did I downplay what was going on in my mind? Why did I think he actually liked me?? Why have I never told anyone about this (until now, when I have discussed it at length and in greater detail with my partner)? I have always felt it was my own fault for sitting next to him, my own fault for never telling anyone. Or that there was something bad and dirty in me that made me carry on sitting next to him. I have had it suggested that perhaps I had a childhood with very little physical affection, or affection of any sort, that this sort of negative attention was better than none at all, but I don't know. The thing is that it has scarred me, and left me with huge issues surrounding love-making - indeed it has turned love-making from something natural, God-given and wonderful, in my eyes, to something dirty, horrible, and only about men seeking to have their needs fulfilled -nothing more. And I can't break out of that mindset.
I have always downplayed this whole chapter in my life, it is my partner who has opened my eyes to the fact that it was serious, it was sustained, and it was not my fault.
I apologise profusely to those of you who have been victims of far more serious assaults, I feel almost ashamed to be posting in the same forum as some of you, knowing that what you went through was off the scale compared to what I endured. But I hope you will not dismiss me offhand anyway.
Andy (my partner) has been wonderful and completely supportive in trying to help me work through some of the issues this has left me with, but to be honest, there is a lot neither of us understands about how this affected me, or where I go from here.