Diary of a bullied boy...20 years later

Sexual abuse

Ive already introduced you to Amanda. I was a sixth grade boy being felt up by a seventh grade girl. I have zero complaints. How many guys in this situation would? However, if you reverse the roles, you would have a guilty, perverted seventh grade boy sexually abusing an innocent little sixth grade girl. Its just how our society works.

What is sexual harassment? In my opinion, it is unwanted sexual attention given to a victim by a perpetrator.

Story time. I was 16. My father was a mechanic. He found a totaled car that he felt would be a good car for his son. It was beaten up. It did not run for the engine was fried. He was able to find a replacement used engine and swap the two. I had a car! I was allowed to drive to church and school. Thats it. I was forced to get a job to pay off the expense of the car, plus car insurance and gas. Makes sense. Mind you, I eventually went to college with spoiled lucky students whose parents bought them brand new cars which were covered under parent insurance plans and even accompanied with prepaid fuel cards. This was not my case but I was happy to just have a car.

I lived so far out in the country that driving to and from school saved about two hours everyday. My neighbor caught wind of this. She was a grade above me. We were not close. Her parents convinced my parents that I should offer their daughter a ride to and from school everyday. In order to keep my car, I had to oblige. I also had to question why I worked several hours after school for this car.

The neighbor girl was a spoiled, lazy brat. She was ashamed of me. She would duck and hide her face whenever I drove by anyone she knew. She was ashamed of me yet she was not too proud to bum a ride from me for free everyday while I worked and she did not. I was not even granted control over the radio in my own car. She would assume control over what we listened to.

She was a grade above me yet we were in the same English class. No problem here. None whatsoever. One day I was walking up the steps to get to this class. She was behind me. She started to whistle in a degrading manner. Any female who feels that it is only females who get publicly humiliated by cat-calls made by males, please stop reading my story. I was a freshman male, being bullied by a sophomore female. She further amused her audience by playing with my butt as I shamefully ascended those stairs. I never climbed a set of steps so fast. I just wanted it to end. Normally I would get to this class early. This particular day I was too afraid to because just like all my classes, the teacher was never in the classroom. I was afraid of what this girl might try so I hid away in the bathroom until I was certain the teacher was in the room. This gave me a chance to let out the tears I would have otherwise had to hold in.

When school would let out, I would run to my car. I was determined to get there before my neighbor did. Sometimes I succeeded. Other times I failed. I would arrive to my car to see this sorry and ungrateful girl standing shamefully near my car in hopes no one would see her. Fuck. I would have to haul her home off my gas earned by my hard-earned dollar. The girl who would sexually harass me. I felt so defenseless. Looking back, if I could have a do-over, I would have simply surrendered the car and quit my job.