At 6 years old a certain doctor was a bit too fond of being touchy with me. Whenever I'd say something my parent would yell at me for being difficult.

Then it was a friend who took advantage of us needing to regularly be in the same house for schoolwork. I tried to get away but my parent told me to deal with it and to stop making their life difficult (reason I had to go there was poor grades).

Then it was a couple years ago, met someone who was nice and who invited me to their place, swearing up and down that nothing would happen. That was my fault because I was too frozen in shock or fear and dissociated to say anything when they started pushing. I didn't say yes but I didn't say no either. I just cried. I haven't told anyone irl.

I dealt with other abuse from my parent but this was the worst.