So... I was "molested" on the bus when I was in 3rd grade... I HATED riding the bus, these older boys would ask me all these questions I didn't understand. Now I know they were about sex. One of the older boys, middle school and elementary school shared the same bus. Anyways one day he put his hand down my pants.... and asked me how it felt, I said wierd, and he lauged and he said no you're supposed to like it! I felt humiliated because he told the whole bus that. I walked home crying and told my mom that a boy called me a bad name, she threatened to call the school and report him but I begged her not to because I was afraid that everyone would make even MORE fun of me. Everyday riding the bus was torture, he'd touch my breasts... I was an early bloomer and I was so embarassed that I had to wear bras in 3rd grade and since we were near the end of the route he'd wait till most of the kids got of to go in my pants.... I knew there was something wrong with this but I was too scared to tell him to stop and if I sat in a different seat near the front he'd threaten to tell what he did to me to everyone on the bus.

I had put this out of my mind for so long I didnt even know that I had been molested, it never really registered until I started having sex and getting scared...and I didn't know why. Then... I was raped this past spring... I was fooling around with guy and I didn't want to have sex because we weren't boyfriend or girl friend. I told him to stop, but he did it anyways... I didn't fight, I just let him do it.. so I feel like I deserve to be raped, he finished and left the room and I cried, at least he had a nice cat that came and cuddled with me. He came back in the room threw my clothes at me told me to get dressed and he'd take me home...