Lately been thinking about something that happened when I was a 5 year old in preschool. Something about that memory always upset me and sometimes I thought that maybe it didn't happen and I was just being crazy but being able to comprehend and process what happened that day on a random tuesday got me crying and anxious. I think I was never able to identify what happened as sexual assault because they were kids too, I thought that maybe for them it was a silly prank, for me is a memory that I have been carrying for all this years. I remember how 5 of my classmates, all boys tried to pull down my pants and I think even underwear, I was desperately crying in the floor while they were laughing at me, the teacher didn't do anything, she just watched and just told me to stop crying for a silly joke. after 13 years of denying what happened, never told my mom or my family I finally was able to identify this as an experience that even to this date, makes me feel emotional anguish, for them, it was just a prank, for me, something that I carry with me and all I think about is that 5 year old girl on the floor crying with 5 boys laughing at her face while she desperately tried to get up.
