u/rileybaudelaire

The following situation has heavily traumatized me, but only recently did I ever think it may be sexual assault. I (17F) was in 4th grade when this happened. A new boy, let's call him Henry, came into my class. Things with him got creepy very fast. First off, he would kick the back of my calves every day when we were getting off the bus and chase me to my apartment. I'm pretty sure he did the kicking to slow me down, but I made sure he was never able to catch up to me. Also, I had heard from multiple people that he said he was going to "hump me". I was too young to know what that word even meant at the time, but I knew it was something sexual. I had a girlfriend at the time so I thought it was disturbing but didn't do anything to defend myself. After this, there was an instance where he was throwing a paper ball around to some other kids while we were waiting in the classroom for the buses to come. It had hit me or landed near my area, so I took the paper ball and put it in the trash. I then stuck my foot in the trash and pressed it down. This is when he came up to me and pushed me so hard that I flew into the teacher's easel pad, which had the sharpest corners I have ever seen on an object. The easel pad sliced the side of my ass open deeper than I've ever had a cut before, to the point where I still have a scar to this day. I never got stitches or any care for my wound, as I was too afraid to tell anyone about the situation with Henry. There was also another instance when we were waiting in the classroom for the bus where I was writing on a post-it note. Henry came up to me, snatched my pen out of my hands, teased me for a bit, then came closer to me and snapped the pen in half. Ink flew everywhere, including the floor, on my backpack. and all over his hands. Of course the prick was only worried about getting the ink off of his hands (idiot) while everyone else was scrubbing the floor and I wallowed in my embarrassment. Things with Henry got even worse when he told me what his last day of school tradition was. He had told me that on every last day of school since kindergarten, he had kissed a girl without her permission. He recounted a story of when he did this to a girl in his kindergarten class, which I will not share out of respect for that girl. Again, I didn't really know what to do, so I told pretty much every girl I knew and had them stand watch at recess, since I figured that's when he would do it. I was wrong. On the last day of school, I was sitting on the bus when I had dropped something. When I bent over in my seat to pick it up, Henry climbed over into my seat from behind. I then climbed into the seat in front of me in an attempt to get away from him. He came with me. Then, he planted the most slobbery kiss on the entire planet near my temple. The whole bus was chanting "slobbery kiss, slobbery kiss, slobbery kiss". I felt so humiliated; no one had even attempted to defend me. He then kicked me in the back of my calves and chased me to my apartment as per usual. I never told my family about this, as I was scared that their perception of me would change. I also was super embarrassed, so I did not really want to discuss what happened.

Looking back on all of this, I wish I had told someone about what he did. My parents are angels, they would have never judged me and ensured that Henry faced the needed consequences. I was just humiliated and again, I did not want them to think any differently of me. If anyone who is reading this is in care of a child, definitely make sure they know that they can come to you with these types of things and that you will make sure any bad situations they go through get dealt with. I still am not sure as to what Henry did would be classified as, but I do know this situation has traumatized me and will influence how I raise my kids, if I ever even have any.

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