In 5th Grade I Was Slut-Shamed
Author Note: This is a true personal experience from myself. I have never told a soul about this, I have never wrote about it, but it has been replayed in my mind countless times since that day(s). I never said anything because I was embarrassed, embarrassed for myself.
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I was in 5th grade when I was slut shamed. I was in my garage, when my school bully was walking by and screamed “SLUT!” at me. I had no idea what that meant, but I knew it was negative.
I was in 5th grade when that same boy tackled me to the ground when we were playing outside with the other kids of the neighborhood and proceeded to hump me. I had no idea at that age what that meant.
I was in 5th grade when that said boy and one of his friends held me in between their bodies and humped me. I didn’t know exactly what they were doing, I was in 5th grade. I was so innocent I had no idea I had a vagina, I had no idea about sexual anything.
I was in 5th grade when I was taught the only way to not get hurt was to please my bully (same guy who slut shamed me, same guy that humped me) by dating him. We would break up so many times it was crazy. I didn’t like him, I didn’t have feelings for him, I dated him because that was the only time I wasn’t being harassed.
At such a young innocent age I was sexualised.
