Lady_Chaos
April 29th, 2009, 06:00 PM
This isn't really something asking for advice, rather a way to talk about what happened to me last summer...
Yesterday my boyfriend, we'll call him "E", was trying to get me to slow down and walk beside him out at "fresh air" before lunch. I was walking rather quickly and listening to my iPod, so I was pretty much unaware of my surroundings. So, in order to get my attention E decided to lightly tug on my hair, which would have been fine except for one thing. He's a guy. I don't know why, but the experience last summer has made me only wary when guys pull my hair. I had a sudden flashback of last summer and I could see my cousin, feel him touching me... I felt the water around me.... It was pretty dog-gone terrifying.
Now, I bet you're wondering what happened to me last summer, right? Well, here goes nothin:
I was visiting grandma's down in Arkansas. It was a pleasant summer vacation, save for the horrible allergies and the terrible fear of "Dark + woods". My uncle lives with my grandparents, so my cousins were there too. While my uncle was at work, my cousin, Christian, and I decided to go down to the dock, seeing as my grandparents live on a hill in the woods right next to a lake. So we gathered up our gear, fishing rods, towels, fresh water, snacks, ya know, the usual, and headed down. All was fine and dandy, and we were having a blast. I finally gathered up enough courage to do flips and dives off the dock, and had managed to get Chris to do the same. We were having fun and then decided to just chill. So we went to the shallow part of the water and just sat there. Then I decided to make a game, where you see how far out you can go in the water, feet touching the bottom and nose above, far enough to breathe. So when I got to my point, he waded over and walked with me a little farther down from the dock. We were talking and I was okay with it. Then he decided to grab my hair and pull me along. He kept me right on the edge of where I could be and proceeded to... do.. stuff... to me... I remember at one point he was even licking my leg... he held my body up to his and.... humped... It was terrible. I couldn't move because he was the only thing stopping me from going under, AND he still had my hair in his grasp. So, at this point in time, I felt pretty dang screwed. The only thing that saved me was the sound of my Grandma in the Mule (A type of off-road vehicle) and my little sister calling out, saying she wanted to play in the water.
Okay, like I said before, I'm not saying this for advice or anything, just as a way to get it off my chest... It feels good to be telling someone...
Yesterday my boyfriend, we'll call him "E", was trying to get me to slow down and walk beside him out at "fresh air" before lunch. I was walking rather quickly and listening to my iPod, so I was pretty much unaware of my surroundings. So, in order to get my attention E decided to lightly tug on my hair, which would have been fine except for one thing. He's a guy. I don't know why, but the experience last summer has made me only wary when guys pull my hair. I had a sudden flashback of last summer and I could see my cousin, feel him touching me... I felt the water around me.... It was pretty dog-gone terrifying.
Now, I bet you're wondering what happened to me last summer, right? Well, here goes nothin:
I was visiting grandma's down in Arkansas. It was a pleasant summer vacation, save for the horrible allergies and the terrible fear of "Dark + woods". My uncle lives with my grandparents, so my cousins were there too. While my uncle was at work, my cousin, Christian, and I decided to go down to the dock, seeing as my grandparents live on a hill in the woods right next to a lake. So we gathered up our gear, fishing rods, towels, fresh water, snacks, ya know, the usual, and headed down. All was fine and dandy, and we were having a blast. I finally gathered up enough courage to do flips and dives off the dock, and had managed to get Chris to do the same. We were having fun and then decided to just chill. So we went to the shallow part of the water and just sat there. Then I decided to make a game, where you see how far out you can go in the water, feet touching the bottom and nose above, far enough to breathe. So when I got to my point, he waded over and walked with me a little farther down from the dock. We were talking and I was okay with it. Then he decided to grab my hair and pull me along. He kept me right on the edge of where I could be and proceeded to... do.. stuff... to me... I remember at one point he was even licking my leg... he held my body up to his and.... humped... It was terrible. I couldn't move because he was the only thing stopping me from going under, AND he still had my hair in his grasp. So, at this point in time, I felt pretty dang screwed. The only thing that saved me was the sound of my Grandma in the Mule (A type of off-road vehicle) and my little sister calling out, saying she wanted to play in the water.
Okay, like I said before, I'm not saying this for advice or anything, just as a way to get it off my chest... It feels good to be telling someone...