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#MeToo

Here is my story.

By Maria RosePublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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In 7th grade I took the bus home from school everyday and I was one of the few girls that lived in the neighborhood. One afternoon this boy sat with me, I had my headphones in and tried to ignore him until he started touching my thighs. He said it was a "game" that they play, and you're supposed to let the guys touch you until you get "nervous". Yet, every time I would tell him to stop, he didn't.

I was embarrassed, and spent the rest of the year trying to ignore him.

The next year, I was walking to the bus from my 8th grade science class when something happened again. I always wore a hoodie to hide my developing breast because I was incredibly self-conscious. However, it was southern Florida and one day it was HOT outside, so I took off my hoodie. As soon as I walked out the door, a boy made a comment about how I had a "nice rack". I didn't know what to do, or what to say so I ran to the bus, put my headphones in and tried to forget that it ever happened.

The summer between middle and high school, I met a guy that I thought just wanted to be nice and be my friend. He was 16 and I just turned 14. We hung out ONE time, and he asked to hang out again later on that day, seeing no harm in the matter, I agreed. He kissed me, and I never really had a "real" kiss, everything happened so quickly, I don't even remembered how it all happened. Next thing I knew his hands were down my shorts and I didn't know how to stop him from climbing on top of me. Everything hurt, I was scared, nervous and most of all, embarrassed.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and I had not a clue. The next day at school, I heard of another girl who he did the exact same thing to. He stole the innocence of two girls that weren't even in high school yet, but we didn't want anyone else to know, so we both kept quiet.

More events happened throughout high school and finally, in 10th grade I was in a pretty stable relationship, I was finally happy and I sort of felt like I was fitting in. I didn't realize how things really were until later on when I found out how a relationship is ACTUALLY supposed to be.

When I wasn't in the "mood" to hang out or do anything else with him, I was a terrible girlfriend. We had to have sex when he wanted to, or else I was the reason why we had problems. But when the tables were turned, he would go out with friends, and I wasn't allowed to comment on anything.

After we broke up, my life was forever changed. I met a guy at a club interest meeting in college, we eventually started dating, and three years later, we married. Not once in the beginning, all the way up until today has he ever touched me inappropriately, said something that makes me want to throw up, or has tried to force me to have sex. He's gentle, loving and kind.

Even after the worst storms, there will be some light in the sky. Keep your head held high, do what makes you happy, be your own person, and seek help. Being a teenage girl is hard, but one day you will wake up and your life will be wonderful.

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Maria Rose

Multi & Instrument Rated Commercial Pilot – Daughter – Wife - Homebody – Dreamer – Adventurer – Lover of Life, Freedom & All things in Nature.

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