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Sexual Assault I’m still struggling with being sexually assaulted

For the past twenty five years, I’ve been struggling with the knowledge that I was sexually assaulted in gym class for months by a classmate and then being victim blamed when I refused to talk about it because I was still traumatized and in denial and no one made me feel safe, told me my rights as a victim, or even that it was okay if I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.

The very first time it happened, I was just walking down the hall from the locker room to the gym when I felt the finger touching me and I heard other boys laughing at what had happened to me. I turned around and saw a group of boys pointing and laughing at me and I immediately ran back towards the locker room past the girls’ gym teacher with tears in my eyes. The kid who did it panicked and screamed “Oh no!” And tried to grab me to prevent me from running but he couldn’t catch me in time. I immediately went into the fetal position and kept crying hard and unable to speak . I just remember the female gym teacher asking me what had happened to me. I was so o confused and scared and I thought maybe I did something to deserve it. I had to be sent to the nurse’s office because I was that traumatized and I knew that I couldn’t tell my family about the assault because I knew they’d might try to say it was my fault. The kid was barely punished and all he got was a three day out of school suspension.

Two weeks went by before I felt that finger touching me again while I was changing. I turned around to see who did it but he ran away faster than I could turn around. It kept happening every time I was bent over and had my back turned. I thought that if I ignored it then the kid would get bored and leave me alone because I was told to do that by adults whenever I was being bullied. It didn’t work and only became more frequent.

Eventually I became do afraid to turn around in gym class or join the huddles because I was afraid of being violated again. I would press my entire back against the wall and refused to move from that position. I even refused to leave the locker room until I knew that no one other than the teacher was left behind.

The school never tried to separate me from the kid until four months later after I showed some serious hyper vigilance. Eventually I had to rearrange my class schedule to be placed in the adaptive gym class for physically handicapped kids. I was also treated by the school by that point as being the problem. The school psychologist even wrote down in a psych evaluation she did on me that it was my fault for being bullied and sexually assaulted and that I was faking it to get attention. Teachers had deemed me a liar whenever I tried to tell them that other kids were bothering me and they acted like they were the real victims so I didn’t tell anyone what was happening because I knew no one would ever believe if I couldn’t prove it. I even specifically told that psychologist that I “didn’t feel safe” in school and she said that I was making things up and blaming my peers for my own mistakes. But seriously, what fifteen year old kid uses the words “don’t feel safe” if it wasn’t true?

No one ever told me that it wasn’t my fault and that it was okay if I didn’t want to talk about it yet. The school eventually told my family and they kept trying to force me to talk about and even the therapist did this and I kept refusing to talk about it because I didn’t feel safe. I was then treated like I over reacted to some prank and that I didn’t know a good touch from a bad touch. I have since become terrified of seeing the doctor to get a physical for the past two years out of fear of hearing that I need a prostate exam. I haven’t seen my doctor in two years and I know that is a serious problem but I’m too afraid to go.

I don’t know what to do. I can’t press charges because I missed the cut off age for my state’s statue of limitations for filing charges and I can’t do anything unless someone else say the same person violated them and I can’t name drop my attacker because of legal reasons. I just don’t know what to do.
 
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I have a background with working for a law office.

It does not matter to me if you shared your sexual assaulter's name or not. I can almost guarantee you that I don't know them, that the people on this website don't know them, and even if we did, no one would care or take action to cause harm. This website is used to heal and support. Some rando might think it's fun to be cruel to a stranger who sexually assaulter you, but I genuinely believe the chances are so incredibly slim, that it would not happen.

It is never 'too late' to file for a no contact order. From what I am aware of, there is no time frame that can be missed regardless of state.

However, it is not advisable to file unless you anticipate a potential future encounter with your sexual assaulter. This includes unwanted in person encounters, digital encounters, such as messages, likes, and comments.

It is understandable to want legal protections from someone who has physically, emotionally, and psychologically violated and abused you via sexual assault.
Be sure you investigate why you want legal protections and assess the likelihood of a future encounter with this person.
Living in the same small town, or even neighboring counties may be something to consider.
A no contact order will also protect you from receiving digital messages from your sexual assaulter, which becomes increasingly relevant in our digital age of 2025.

Some non-profits offer services to sexual assault and domestic violence victims and will listen to your story, and offer personalized advice. Run a search on maps and finding an IRL resource might be a good place to start.


 
Also I’m biologically a male but I identify as being gender neutral and it’s hard for me to find any sort of resource aimed directly for male survivors of sexual violence. I am on another site designed for male survivors but it just isn’t enough for me. I need more help and support.
 
I'm sorry that happened.

I know what it's like to have another child assault you. And for everyone to know about it. What happened to me, followed me around and I was bullied about it for the rest of my school years. And then other things happened to me. It's the public nature of it, the public shame, that was difficult. And I believed their narratives.

What helped me was:
Finding peace with it helps a lot.
Shifting the blame and responsibility to where it lies.
Learning to feel safe.

It wasn't your fault
It wasn't ok what happened.
You were failed by the adults around you who them blamed you.
That is trauma compounding trauma.
 
September and October are especially hard for me to deal with because this time of the year is when the sexual assaults began. It feels like the usual depressive state I fall into around this time of year is especially bad. I haven’t been able to sleep, I’ve lost my appetite, I’m extremely anxious, the trauma flashbacks keep popping into my head, I feel overwhelmed in general and can’t think clearly, my back hurts which is very unusual for me as I don’t have back pain issues, and I feel like I’m one tiny trigger away from having an autistic full body shut down. The only sleep I got last night were two five minute blackout periods. I am really scared and concerned right now for my state of mind that I had to call off the next two day of work at the nursing home because I don’t think I’m mental stable enough to do my job. I feel like I’m on edge and the symptoms have been slowly growing since Wednesday afternoon. It started about an hour before I found out what happened this week in Utah so that isn’t the cause but it isn’t help it either. Something else is definitely causing me to feel this way and I can’t figure out what exactly it is that making it so serious. I can usually figure out what’s causing me to feel this way but this time I can’t.
 
Honestly, being a victim of sexual assault with little chances of ever getting justice has made me start to wish harm on my attacker. Not death but still stuff that would seriously injure him and leave permanently damage. I’m talking about things like hoping he gets hit by a bus a la Regina George style only he is sent flying and screaming into the air like a pedestrian from GTA, a freak accident where a vacuum cleaner suddenly attaches itself to his groin and somehow get set on high suction and gets stuck on him and takes a really really long time to remove, his hair catching on fire and it just won’t go out, that sort of stuff. Other times I fantasize about taking a baseball bat and whacking him in the knees and once he collapses on the ground, start smashing his face with the bat. He’s gone unpunished far too long and I want him to suffer for what he did to me. I was treated even more like a small child because of him and even told that it was my fault that he bullied and sexually assaulted me. I can’t even be touched from behind from the waist down without freaking out. I act like I’m okay but internally I’m not because I know that I’ll never be able to get the justice that I deserve.
 
The statistics of men becoming a victim of sexual violence is 1 in 6 men. I often wonder why I had to be that one out of six men? Why was I chosen as a target? I honestly don’t think I was the kid’s first victim either as he knew exactly where to touch me and it was as if he had done it before and I don’t think that I was his last either. I’m often worried that I inadvertently gave him the idea that he could get away with it if the victim couldn’t catch him in time. I know he was the one who was sexually assaulting me for months and couldn’t catch in time him because the way I was being assaulted was exactly the same as the first one and that finger always made a very specific movement. I wanted to tell an adult about it but I knew no one would ever believe if I had no real proof and it’d be my word against his and I didn’t think anyone would ever believe me. I couldn’t tell my family because I knew that they would probably find a way to say that it was my fault and that I deserved it. I even remember how my abuser even said to me after the school told her what had happened to me, “How do you know that you’re gay if you didn’t like being touched like that?” as if it was something I had wanted and then found out that I didn’t enjoy. She basically told me that I couldn’t be gay unless I enjoyed being violated and touched without any consent. I became so afraid of being sexually assaulted that I began to change as quickly as I could in the locker room and put everything in my locker without turning around. I became good at doing everything behind my back. Then I started to change in the toilet stall because I knew that the only way anyone could get me would be from either climb from above or crawling underneath and either way I would see the person trying to get in. And then for six weeks, the gym teacher let me change in his office because I was so scared of being in class and refused to be near anyone. Eventually he told me that he couldn’t let me change in his office any more and needed to tell my family what was going on with me and that he had no other choice but place me in the adaptive gym clsss for the physically handicapped kids. I didn’t understand why I had to be the one whose entire class schedule had to be rearranged when the kid who was doing it to me didn’t or why the school didn’t even try to separate us after the first assault to make sure that I was safe and ensure it wouldn’t happen again. It felt so wrong for me to be in the adaptive gym class because I knew that I could do more than the other kids and that I never belonged to be in that class but there was no other choices left.

I don’t even know how much the gym teacher even tried to help me before all of this if any. I’ll never get any answers because he died ten years ago and his son who was my age died in January and I never got the chance or courage to message him on Facebook and ask him if his dad did anything to try to help me or if he ignored the problem until it was too late. So many unanswered questions about why no one tried to make sure that I was even safe. Wasn’t I worth getting protection from being sexually assaulted again? Was I unworthy to be helped? Lady Gaga said it best in her song Till It Happens to You that no one knows the trauma I’ve been forced to live with since the sexual assaults began and ended. I blamed myself for years thinking it must have been my punishment for being gay or for being different or anything else about myself that made me different from the rest of the world. I truly believed that if I pretended that it had never happened then it’d be true and everything would be fine again. I just hoped that it was all just some sort of dream and that I imagined everything but the memories kept coming back. I just don’t understand why I had to be that one out of six men that becomes a victim of sexual violence. I didn’t even know if it was sexual harassment or sexual assault or even the difference between the two because nobody told me my rights as a victim and explain to me that anything I was feeling was perfectly normal for victims and that I didn’t need to talk about it if I didn’t want to or felt ready yet and that someone would be there to listen to me when I was ready to talk. I was left in the dark to suffer all alone and unsure what to do.

I came close to actually telling a psychologist I was seeing for a few months about the sexual assaults because he told me that I could press charges against a couple of my bullies and that he’d help me with the paperwork. I definitely would have given him my biggest bully and the American person who sexually assaulted me and tell the psychologist every single thing he was doing to me. But as usual that plan never happened because my abuser made me stop seeing the psychologist and canceled the following appointment and told him that I wouldn’t be see him again. I repressed that particular memory of how I was ready to talk about the sexual assaults and then having that chance taken away from me. I wouldn’t start talking about it until 2017 because the #metoo movement and ads kept triggering flashbacks for me and I finally had enough of suffering in silence and called a number for sexual violence victims and told the person who answered my call what had happened to me to me and if it was just sexual harassment or sexual assault and finally learned what exactly had happened to me and that I definitely was a victim of a crime. I also learned that I was too late to press charges due to my state’s statute of limitations for reporting sexual violence. It was horrible learning this and felt like the sexual assaults had happened to me all over and I was helpless to do anything. I wish so badly that I could still press charges and did it while I still had the chance.
 
The first time I showed immediate signs of trauma and fear from being sexually assaulted after I finally escaped that high school but before I finally told someone what had happened to me was when I was 23 or 24. I was getting my physical done and then the doctor said that he was going to check my prostate and mentally I freaked out in my head and I quickly told him that I didn’t think it was necessary because I was in my early 20s and felt relieved when he listened to me and didn’t do the exam. At that point I told myself that I needed to continue to find ways to prevent myself from ever getting a prostate exam. I’ve dreaded turning 40 for three years because I know what that meant and I haven’t gone to the doctor since 2023. I’m not proud that I’m avoiding the doctor and I know this isn’t good at all but the thought of assuming that position keeps triggering flashbacks of the sexual assaults and the feeling of that finger’s distinctive movement and I freak out. I can’t even be sure that I won’t even try to hurt the doctor if he tries to do the exam on me. I’m afraid of everything that a prostate exam involves. It is too similar to how I was positioned when the assaults kept happening to me. I have difficulty vocalizing my fears when I try to rehearse what to say if I am told that I need a prostate exam. And this leads to an entirely different fear that I’ll end up having terminal cancer that is the result of me not getting a prostate exam and I’m afraid of dying that was but I would rather get a prostate exam literally over my dead body. I’m so afraid of going to the doctor’s now and I know that isn’t normal or healthy but I’m literally paralyzed with fear if I try to call to make an appointment. I need up freezing in place and unable to hit dial. I just can’t do it. I just can’t. I’m so afraid of getting a prostate exam.
 
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It’s very common to want to avoid these intrusive medical examinations because they are so triggering.

What has worked for me, is having a ‘care plan’. Which is a list of things:
Reminding myself I can say no
Telling them where I want them to stand, what I want them to talk to me about
How I can remain in control

It really helps to have a list that works for you.

And reminding yourself this is not an assault but a medical examinations. It’s really really hard to separate the two. Particularly if positions are similar etc. I stopped having treatment because of that reason. But now it’s an option of even more awful tests and surgery, or going back to this clinic for this treatment. So, I’m working , again, on trying to distinguish in my mind that this is me agreeing to be assaulted as opposed to this is me agreeing to get myself healthy through this medical care.
 
One thing that I have been avoided doing that a lot of people claim will “help” me is forgiving the kid that sexually assaulted me and then bullied me mercilessly and my question is why? He never tried to apologize to me and he never showed any remorse for what he’s done. I can never forgive him and in a way not forgiving him gives me a sense of power over him and the one thing he can’t take away from me no matter how hard he tries or what he does. Not forgiving him gives me some drive to continue to tell people what had happened to me and how the school and adults failed me miserably and that I deserved so much better than what I had received. I was victim blamed because of him which made me constantly repress the memories of the sexual assaults. I tried so hard to convince myself that I had imagined everything but it never worked. He was only given a three day out of school suspension the first time which is barely a punishment. He was never punished for anything else he did to me. Not even when he threw an unopened carton of iced tea at the back of my head and I stormed out of the classroom carrying the carton and immediately went to the principal and showed it to him and said how I was sick and tired of kids doing stuff like this to me on a daily basis and the man just dismissed my protest and did absolutely nothing to punish the kid even though I literally showed him proof that he had physically assaulted me. This is why I can never forgive him and why I feel so powerful over him knowing I have something he can’t take away from me.
 
I’m afraid of everything that a prostate exam involves
(For what it's worth, when I had a regular checkup last year expecting a prostate exam I was told that the standard of care had recently changed to rely on bloodwork for picking up on prostate issues with the physical exam being still offered. That could be more local to me, so take with a grain of salt, but the thing to ask for would be the Prostate-Specific Antigen or PSA test).
 

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