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Noises

Dealing with sexual harassment at a young age

By Lucky BluePublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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The ordeal started in grade school. Post summertime, new school year and I was already feeling the "first-day" jitters creep up on me. That's typical every school year. Growing up in a ghetto neighborhood had always been a struggle for women like me. If you acted different (non-black), you were basically treated... like a lame and a nobody.

That's beside the point. The teacher arranged my desk in a small group of three boys. Nothing strange except I got this overwhelming negative vibe from all three of them. I wish I would have said something sooner. It's part of the reason why I hated growing up with severe trust issues. Like the rest of them, I was just a kid. Hell, I didn't even know what was happening until my corrupted adulthood.

I'm pretty sure all of this was just a sick joke and unintentional. But still... they didn't stop and that's what made me so uncomfortable.

All of the boys throughout the grade... made a noise... a sound like two people were having sex. Moaning, groaning, and slurping sexually. Gross and perverted sh*t that bothered me to the core.

It came to a point that everyone around me, teachers and family, believed I was being bullied by these boys. That was not true at all, and not once did I ever accused them of bullying me.

Moaning—The word I didn't know at the time. Most of these boys were up to no good for a bunch of grade school students. By the time I was confronted, the only thing I could tell the teacher was, "It's a sound... a nasty and gross sound." I'm on the verge of tears as the teachers continue to investigate what's going on. Two boys were suspended, but not for harassment. For other things I don't remember.

In the events after, I was met with a lot of, "Why didn't you say something?" type of questions. And I still couldn't answer. All of the adults in my life gave me a look of disappointment for not speaking up.

Like it's not already bad enough I was bullied and physically hurt for being the class snitch and tattletale. I told myself I wouldn't put myself in that kind of pain again. So it's better to live your life in oppression.

If you're reading this and are confused as to what happened, join the club.

This took me years to finally realize I was sexually harassed and didn't even know it. No, correction... I was sexually harassed and was aware but didn't know what the word even meant. It's not like they touched me; no, that never happened. But they were still disgusting around me and that made me quake with discomfort. I was disturbed these fools were mimicking the same sounds that can be heard in vulgar rap videos or pornography. Yet still... "Why didn't you just SAY SOMETHING?!"

Me to the perverts: STOP MAKING THAT DISGUSTING NOISE! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!!!!!!!

Me to the teachers: Every perverted boy does this every time you're not looking! They've been making that awful noise all year and it bothers me! I don't wanna sit anywhere near them anymore!

Me to my family: No, they're not touching me. They just made me uncomfortable.

ME in general: I'm a kid who didn't ask for this so back off!!!

Me to everyone... me too.

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Lucky Blue

Night owl, femme fatale and seductress in my own right. I will freely express myself as I please. Just try and stop me.

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