My Story


When I was 14 years old, my friend and I went out to watch a movie. As usual, we took the bus. While I was standing in the bus, I was sexually assaulted by a man who was around 30 years old. He started to touch me. I tried to stay away from him but he persisted. At the time, I didn’t realize that I was being assaulted and I didn’t know what to do. I was too scared and shocked to say or do anything.

I always thought if I was in public, I would be safe, that someone would help me. But no one helped me. I never remember feeling so insecure in a public place.

When this happened I was wearing a blue short dress. My parents had always told me to be careful about what I’m wearing, but I never listened to them. I thought it was my right to wear whatever I wanted. Sometimes I wonder if things would be different if was wearing something that showed less skin.

I was always afraid to tell my parents what happened that day. To be honest, I never knew the reason why I didn’t want anyone to know. After a few years, I’ve started to realize that I was afraid that everyone around me, especially my parents, would see me as someone weak, as someone who is not capable of protecting herself.