My whole story.
Im sorry if this triggers anyone I wanted to post what happened to me. This is everything that happened to me that night. My therapist told me that it's better to get it out then to keep it inside.
August 2003 was when I was sexually assaulted. I remember doing rounds with a coworker. And I walked into one room with him and the door closed. I looked at his face and saw an angry look on his face. I remember being scared and turning to go for the door. I froze when I felt his hand under my shirt rubbing my chest. Then his hand went from my chest to my side and then he forced his arm down my pants. He rubbed my private area and then went under my underwear and pushed his fingers in me. I tried to move away to get his fingers out. I felt him pull his fingers out a little then he shoved his fingers back in me harder. I felt my legs go numb. He then removed his arm from my pants and made me go into the bathroom in there he took my pants off and my underwear he then bent down and put his tongue on my private area then he forced me up on the sink and forced my legs apart. Then he pushed his fingers inside of me. I felt like I was being torn from the inside he pushed his fingers harder and harder in me I felt it all the way to my stomach. I tried to take my mind off of what was happening to me by thinking about being someplace else. And hoping somebody would walk in the door and help me. I wanted to scream but I was scared if I did he would hurt me worse then what he already was. When he finished he pulled his fingers out. And then started rubbing my private area. He then let me get off the sink and let me put my clothes back on. Then he told me to take it out of his pants I told him no he took it out and then he told me to lick it and I told him no then he told me to touch it I told him no he kept repeating to me to touch it and I kept telling him no. When I turned to walk away he grabbed my arm and asked me if I was crying. He then made me watch him play with himself and then he relieved himself on the floor. And wiped it with a towel. He then went outside the door to check if anyone was out there before he let me go. When I walked out the door I felt numb, distraught. I went to the bathroom and had trouble going to the bathroom for a couple of days after. He told me not to act strange around him cause people would pick up on it. He told me not to tell anyone otherwise he would hurt me again.
I blame myself I must of done something wrong to make him want to hurt me.
