They knew what they were doing
Kimmi, Texas
I went to a very small private school in high school. Most classes consisted of 3-10 people. I guess the closeness of everyone is what made it so hard. There was so few people everyone was best friends with everyone else.
The harassment started the first year I was there. I was in 8th grade and really did not understand what was going on until later. It started with one guy who kept doing REALLY gross things, but, as i said, i did not understand what he was doing. We would ride a van to field trips and he would sit behind me and step on my seat belt so it would go up and down. Then he would moan and yell my name. Another time we were in music class and learning the guitar. He took the small portion of the guitar and tried to shove it in my rear. The other people with him laughed.
The next year it got worse. He started hitting me. Then in one class he told me to suck him. He kept insisting that “it” tasted good. I had no idea why anyone would do that or even think of it. Then he would save gross definitions in my pocket dictionary.
That year is when I was also stalked constantly, beaten, cornered, jumped upon, talked to in the worst of ways. One guy took my shoe and wouldn’t give it back unless i kissed him–I wouldn’t, so he had locked me in a room until an adult came and made him let me out.
In 11th grade I finally confronted 2 of the guys who had done this. They both apologised and vowed it would stop. But it did not, and they knew what they were doing. I could tell because they did not want to look me in the eyes. Everything they did could be taken either as just as a friendly joke, or a vicious crime. I was so uncertain, and afraid.
I am currently 18, in college, and still reliving all this. I know I wasn’t the only one, but everything i did to try and stop it just got ignored. It’s a horrible place to be, and if possible, I would gladly give my hand to anyone who wants help getting out. Thank You.







February 3rd, 2007 at 11:32 pm
I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to read my story and I am so sorry about everything that happened to you. It’s weird to read your story because Red did a lot of those same type things, yet I just wish I had your strenght to confront those guys that were harrassing you. I saw Red the other day and I froze, I had to stop and catch my breath. I was almost in tears yet I would never give him that satisfaction of knowing how much he had hurt me. My question to you is, how do you move on? I find that is my biggest struggle, I blame myself for a lot of what happened and think I am just over reacting and I keep thinking I just need to forget it and move on; yet then something like the other day happens and I see him again. I don’t know what to do, especially before I said nothing to no one about what he said or did and now to say anything just seems silly. I feel like people will not believe me or they will say well it’s not like he really did anything and I should just forget it. So again thanks for sharing your story and the words of encouragement. If you have anymore suggestions please let me know. Thanks and God Bless.