I was sixteen. I had never had sex before. I said I was uncomfortable with it. He didn’t care. I froze. I don’t remember the majority of it. It’s blocked it from my memory. I didn’t even want to acknowledge it happened for a long time. I didn’t want anything to do with sex for a while. Sometimes I still have to stop with partners and cry, but I’m lucky to have ones that give me space to do so. I am healing and it does not define me.
– Anonymous (she/her)