Predators truamas and family
This is to help anyone who experienced something like that I'll share my story too I had two experiences one with a Teacher in the first garde and the second one a month ago (still a teen) let’s start with the Teacher he used to hate me didn't know why anything I do in the class it’s wrong and then he started acting sweet and trying to touch me but I didn’t let him not all the time and then I told /or I didn’t I don’t remember anymore because I nearly lost my lift eye that year the second one I was going home walking I passed my house road because I wanted to walk more (dumb idea) when I tried to walk in the busy streets a solider in his suit stopped his car next to the road lift the car window down with a smile saying “come inside beautiful” I step away from the car saying no in loud voice and moving my hands saying no mind you he’s in his mid-twenties and I felt danger I ran, little I know that he start moving his car to go track me down in force so I ran hard but I couldn’t it was far away my legs couldn’t hold me I stemples on the ground and I got up I lift my backpack there as I continued running seeing his car getting close him screaming (I don't remember what he was saying ) I ran to old man car knock his window in fear it was like this
Knock knock
“Please let me inside a predator is chasing me “
“Get in”
“Can I at least take my pack back “
“Get in I'll Drive you to it “
We got there and took my pack back
He drove me home while he was driving to my house he said “Tell your father to report”
I mean my family didn't do a good job my mom blamed it on my looks and clothes mind you it was full coverage so they shaved my hair it made me feel bad why should change my looks for a predator, other teens can do whatever they want but I can’t and the predator is still living I’m gonna suffer his move on me instead of the opposite
I believe no one should change the way they look or dress bc of these situations a guy or girl to me as a guy
[now I suffer a trauma everytime I ran I remember that I get a headache I may fall in ground bc my legs or my body thinks i’m still there and everytime I get out I need to make sure he’s not there, nightmare, sometimes I feel it out of the blue]
You can share your story down here only rule be supportive and kind we are all victims
@exuberantPlace3419
Thank you so much for sharing your story. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to go through these experiences and then find the courage to put it into words here. What happened to you is not your fault, and it’s important to say that again and again: none of this was because of you, how you look, or what you wore. The responsibility lies entirely on those who chose to act in such terrible ways.
You showed so much strength in both situations whether it was saying no, running away, or seeking help from that kind old man. That bravery in such terrifying moments says so much about your resilience, even if you may not feel that way sometimes. It’s okay to feel scared or shaken afterward; trauma leaves marks that take time and care to heal, but you are not defined by what was done to you.
I am so sorry that your family didn’t fully support you in the way you needed and deserved. Blame should never have been placed on you. You are absolutely right no one should have to change how they dress or look because of the harmful actions of others. Your instincts are valid, and your feelings are valid.
The trauma you’re experiencing now the fear, the nightmares, the physical reactions when you’re reminded of those moments is your body’s way of protecting you. It’s not easy to live with, but you don’t have to go through it alone. If it’s possible, please consider talking to a therapist or a counselor who can help you process these experiences in a safe space. There’s no shame in seeking help; in fact, it’s one of the strongest and most powerful steps you can take for yourself.
You deserve to live without fear, without blame, and without the burden of what happened to you. Healing takes time, but it is possible. Be patient with yourself and celebrate the small victories, like sharing your story here, which could help so many others feel less alone. You’re stronger than you know, and your voice matters.
Please remember: you are not alone, and there are people who care and want to support you. You’ve already shown so much strength just by surviving and sharing. You’ve got this, and things can get better, step by step.
