I have something rlly heavy to get off my chest.
Around two years ago on new years eve me and one of my friend were looking for fireworks. We went to get one of her friend but we had to go through an alley at 11 pm, scared but we still went in. A few seconds into walking in a dude seemed to be following us.
I swear to God I could've been r@ped that day. If it wasn't for a dog that chased the three of us out I rlly could've been. When we walked out, thinking he was gone someone suddenly pulled me. It was him, then he whispered and told me that I was pretty and that he would've done things to me I there weren't alot of people.
I was planning to ignore what happened but eventually told my mom.
She didn't believe me, told me that I wasn't pretty enough to be harassed.
It has been keeping me at up night for the past few months now because I've told my close friends that I was almost r@ped. I feel like I'm lying to them because my family says otherwise. I feel like it was just a bad encounter and not being harassed. Deep down I know it was sexual harassment but idk I'm confused.
I still remember that day a little too well and I'm debating if I rlly was harassed or not.
Idk I'm just rlly confused...
