I started this blog with the intent of writing about the books I love, later I realized that I could put this blog to a better use by writing my life experiences, I’ve been meaning to write about a lot of things starting with molestation, anxiety issues and panic attacks. I will write from my experience of facing them. This lockdown has given me the time to not only reflect upon them but to also spread the message. It took a lot of time and courage for me to even think about writing these. As the clock strikes 3 AM, I write my story of the first ever sexual abuse I faced.
It was a very sunny day, I was an excited twelve year old boarding the bus to visit my Grandmother along with my aunt and two cousins, One was of my age and the other was quiet young. My aunt took the younger one and sat two rows behind us while me and my cousin sat on the two seater with him being on the window side. Little did I know that this would turn out to be a nightmare that would haunt me for years. We happily pointed at weird mountain shapes, laughing at each others silly jokes and slurping on a pack of frooty, a man whose face I clearly remember even though it has been 9 years , he boarded the bus mid way and stood beside me and started touching me inappropriately, the first time he did it, I froze and thought to myself, maybe it was an accident and moved a bit far from him..it happened again..I wanted to scream, yet no voice came out. I placed my arm in such a way that it would block his hand..that wasn’t going to stop him..he pushed my arm away and kept doing it again and again..I couldn’t stop him or the tears that kept flowing from my eyes. You might be wondering, why didn’t she shout? or ask her cousin to switch places? or call her aunt? This is where my story is an important lesson, to all of us. Please keep in mind that I was a 12 year old kid, who knew nothing about sexual abuse, who didn’t know that what that guy did to me was WRONG. All the time I kept thinking if I somehow provoked him? 12 year old me did not know that it was not my fault. I asked my cousin to switch places, but he was a kid too, he didn’t want to. I constantly kept fidgeting in my seat, moving away from him, as much as possible, at one point, what he did, hurt me physically, it was then I snapped out of whatever things I kept blaming myself for. I rose and went to my Aunt by pushing him aside forcefully. The next moment he got down by asking the bus driver to stop. It was in the middle of nowhere. NO, I did not tell her, because I did not know how to.
From that moment onwards, I was always conscious about my body, always insecure, it took me years to finally get over it. The sad part is, that wasn’t the only sexual abuse I faced. There were many after that.I stand up for myself now, I wouldn’t hesitate to kick him in balls if something like that were to ever happen.
I request all of you to educate the kids around you about good touch and bad touch, tell them that it is never their fault, tell them that there are monsters out there. DO NOT hesitate, no kid should ever face what I did. It is with this intention that I decided to write this. Even after all these years, thinking about it sent shivers down my spine and the tremble in my hands refuses to stop.