Fear

I wasn't really afraid of people, of men or young people, until in high school I had to get that fear the hard way...

I was in college, it was a Saturday of classes, I missed my painting class that day because I didn't want to do anything, especially because my only friend didn't go.

Previously I met a boy from another faculty, about 4 years older than me, he wanted to meet me so that time, since I didn't want to go to class, I told him that I would be absent and that we could meet because q I didn't want to be alone that day, so he came to the dentist   

At first he saw me from head to toe and told me “You're really not as chubby as you said in the chat, in fact you look very cute, you look like a loli” and I think “wtf?”, we walked. for a while and he kept telling me things like "The truth is that your chest is a little flat, but that's okay, this way you have a better loli appearance and your cheeks are also very cute, they make you want to squeeze them." "Very shady, but I didn't say anything at that moment, we were in another faculty, outside, it was quite hot and I was dying of heat, he told me to go to a room, they are always alone and I have weather, I accepted the weather, as we were walking and he asked me if I exercised, I refused and he told me my thighs were as thick as if he exercised. After 10 minutes sitting in the living room, he continued talking to me about my physique, very morbidly until I decided to ask him: "Do you mind if I touch your thighs?" I started to get scared and I started telling lies that I hated physical contact and as soon as I hugged my parents it was worth it, I didn't know what to do and my body acted on its own and I told them: "No." whatever you want." "I was already angry, I already was. He put both hands on my thighs and began to squeeze them and lift them further and further towards my intimate area. I felt nervous, I wanted to cry, I hit him and ran away. but my body didn't respond... . I was so lost in thought, insulting him, imagining how to run away, fearing he would do something worse to me! and suddenly I feel him hug me and lower his hands to my butt, I wanted to scream and cry, why was he touching me that way? "I don't like it, I want to get out of here, I want my mom" I thought about it repeatedly, I felt his body press closer to mine, I wanted to push him, spit on him and curse him, I want him to stop and leave me alone... Suddenly I found myself at the bus stop, crying and sobbing. Thinking it was my fault because I didn't do anything about it, but I was scared, my body wasn't responding and that boy was touching me like I was his, I didn't hesitate to send him a message. my boyfriend, but I didn't want to tell him... what if he gets angry and tells me to let him touch me and that he will finish me off? I was really afraid to tell him... I ended up telling him and I told my friends so they could help me too. Thank God I had his support, but I didn't have the courage to report him... I regret not having gone to class that day...