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These experiences, shared by people of all genders and backgrounds, demonstrate how the issues of sexual assault, harassment, and "slut" shaming affect our lives. Use this collection to expand your understanding and share it with those who need to know they're not alone.
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Ever since, I can't stand it when people touch my body, even my girlfriends when we share a bed at sleep overs.

10/11/2019

 
The truth is, I don't even know if what I'm saying is correct. When I was little, I was always a little on the pudgy side and my brother used to tease me about it constantly, until in grade six, when I began to use unorthodox methods to shed the weight. All the boys began to notice me and my self confidence started to build, until my brother decided that it was time to get me drunk for the first time at the end of grade seven. We were the only ones at home and I didn't even realise how drunk I was getting until it was too late. There's a lot of blank spots but I distinctly remember my brother undressing me and putting me in the bath, and how I told him that I didn't want to take off my underwear but he wouldn't take no for an answer. I think I remember him trailing his fingers in the water when I told him to leave and how he wouldn't allow me to walk to my room and carried me with his hand conveniently or accidentally resting on my breast. I know it's not the worst thing that can and has happened to many girls, and I'm not even sure if my drunken mind made half of it up but I know that ever since, I can't stand it when people touch my body, even my girlfriends when we share a bed at sleep overs. I've never been able to tell anyone because what if it is all just an unintentional fabrication and I end up ruining my relationship with my brother and his with my family forever? At the end of the day, no matter what happened, I still love him and would never wish to be the cause of any conflict in his life. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to share. - Pia

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