Thank you for all your responses. It really does mean a lot.

I guess you are right Bill93, I know he deserved to be disciplined because whether somebody wanted him or not, it's not acceptable for stuff like that to go on within the workplace grounds anyway. I guess I feel guilty about that because I don't understand why he would look at me like he was wronged. I still try to think back real hard to se if I led him on in any way but I can't think of anything apart from the fact that the uniform was quite form fitting (but I don't understand how a black shirt and black jeans are in any way attractive.) Other than that, for everything I had in my power to do, I kept them friendly and not flirty. Maybe I'm too nice to people sometimes? I always thought being nice was an innocent thing.

Hi Can't Stop Crying, I do believe you're right. I had thought about it. Three things for me held me back from taking legal action:

For one, my work bosses didn't think anything was wrong because just before I quit (yes, I quit a week afterwards. I only saw him once during that week which was the time I mentioned above) I did try to write down a bit of what happened on the request of my boss. They said they would investigate in my absence, and they did, but he still kept his job. They sent me that in an email about 3 weeks after. That told me a lot.

Second, the police in my country seem to be quite useless with dealing with these cases. They don't take evidence as evidence and it's only really if somebody is raped AND killed that any justice (albeit minimal) is done. For rape and sexual assault, it's the perpetrator's word against the victim's. And the way they grill victims here to check if it is a false claim is, to be honest, soul-destroying. For the victim, it's liar until proven truthful. For the perpetrator, innocent until proven guilty. Sad fact of life.

Thirdly, the way information gets passed in this country is a bit disconcerting. I am 17, I'm at school and all the services tie in with each other. If I told the police, they'd tell my school, my mum and sisters, my teachers, my GP, the social services even. Basically, everybody would know. And I would just feel so bad for my family if they found out like that and 7 months after it happened and 2 months after my T (who they know nothing of.) They just can't find out.

I hate ending messages on a negative, so I'll turn it positive. I discovered yesterday that there is always hope, even in the darkest, seemingly bottomless pit we are sometimes dragged into by life. That's reassuring.