I was about 10 or 11 years old. I had my youngest sister sitting on my shoulders and we were going to the cold store (Middle Eastern version of the Filipino sari sari store) with a friend. A guy in an Asian equivalent of a Scottish kilt comes up to us and plays with my sister’s leg, saying how cute she was. Then he graduated to fondling my left breast while still marvelling at sister’s cuteness. I don’t react, afraid that my sister would fall and get a head injury if I struggled against this pig. The molestation ends and we continue our walk to the store. My friend asks me twice if the guy touched me. I deny it twice.
- Never let your kids go out without adult supervision. Teach them independence some other way.
- Never carry your sister on your shoulders in a possibly hostile environment. This way you can kick ass and RUN!
- Don’t deny it. Your friends are your allies. You should be able to talk to them about anything. If shame had any part in my denial, then I was wrong. Speak out against shit like that to spread awareness.
- TELL YOUR PARENTS! The idea didn’t cross my mind at the time. Looking back, that’s the number one thing I should’ve done. Half the time, our parents have no clue what’s going on. They would’ve taken steps to keep this from happening again had they known.
Stay safe from perverts, babies. More stories to come.