Justine’s Story

When I was fifteen, I met a guy in drivers ed. He was friends with some of my friends and was pretty popular with the basketball team. We started talking and he asked me to go to a movie with him.

At the movie he stuck his tongue down my throat and that wasn’t enjoyable.

On the way home, he pulled over and wouldn’t take me home until I gave him a blowjob. It was miserable and he shoved my head into his crotch.

I was so embarrassed, didn’t want to tell my family and in hindsight, had wished I had just gotten out of the car and not cared about what he thought or might do if I turned him down.

As a result, many of his athlete friends tried to “get some” from me.

One pulled me into the bathroom to give him a blowjob. Another hung out with me, but really just wanted to have sex. When he asked me to take my pants off, I laughed at him and told him to take me home. By then I had gotten smarter and neither of them was able to take advantage of me.

That didn’t stop the catcalls, remarks about my body, getting the nickname “Trouble” by one of the older guys I worked with, having an emotionally abusive relationship with my first boyfriend, being hit on constantly by men, having sexual innuendos fly my way nearly every day and finally being raped – all between ages 15 – 21.

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