13 or 14, I was in Rome for a school trip and we were on a packed train. An old man was in front of me and stroked my private parts through my clothes. It could have happened for 5 minutes or 15 minutes, I can’t remember because i think I repressed it. I didn’t think it was a big deal at the time but I realise now that moment was the beginning of my mental decline.

I know it’s not really a big deal in the scheme of things, but I was a really innocent kid, my parents never gave me the talk and I didn’t even know how sex worked. I became obsessed with Catholicism and constantly had to go to confession because I kept getting intrusive thoughts where I relived the feeling of him stroking me and I felt like I was sinning (even though I was NOT turned on, it still made me ‘feel something’).