I was sexually assaulted when I was 16. My family and I decided to go to New York. We went on the subway to get to Time Square. I got on first and and people behind me pushed me in and then my family got on so they weren’t close to me. An older man, late forties started touching me inappropriately. For a min or two I thought it was a corner of a bag but it was his d***. When I realized I froze.. unsure of what to do. I wanted to move but I couldn’t move a centimeter, I wanted to scream but I didn’t wanna bring attention to me or cause a scene. It kept going on for 5-8 more minutes and I somehow turned around and made it to the subway doors where I saw my father. After we reached and it was time to come off the subway I started speed walking and the man followed me for 20 minutes. My heart was beating out of my chest and I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to cry, scream or run but I held my moms hand kept my head low and walked away.To this day, my parents have no idea. I was too scared to tell them because I thought it was my fault and I decided to keep it in and don’t tell anyone. Don’t be like me and not tell someone. You are important and worthy. Thank you for reading.
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