In October 2017, there was this guy in my theatre class and we were in a show together. On October 11, 2017, he started sexually harassing me, making me touch him and twisting my hand and arm when I tried to pull away, I was 15. The comments, the unwanted touching and grabbing, him trying to put his hands down my pants, it all continued for 2 months. I tried to tell my theatre teacher what was happening bc I had told him to stop many times and he’d blow it off as a joke and make me feel like I was the crazy one and nothing was working so I tried to tell my teacher and he said, “No no no don’t tell me, I don’t want you to taint my view of him”. So I kept it to myself. Then, during a dress rehearsal of the play we were doing, he pushed me into the dressing room, slammed me against the wall and tried to get my skirt off and he was kissing my neck while he had his hand on my neck too and was holding me against the wall by my neck and very luckily, someone started to come in and he stopped. I was so in shock I didn’t tell anyone anything because I thought maybe it was my fault and maybe I was the one that did something wrong. Soon after, I got really awful depression and started cutting and taking large doses of sleeping pills just to numb the pain. I then decided that I didn’t want to live anymore and tried to end my life. My parents found out that I had been cutting and took me to doctors and appointments and were really amazing at trying to help me but for some reason, I was just mad I was so mad that I didn’t die. I was in such a deep dark place. I’ve struggled with depression ever since, but the self harming got better. Then, I transferred to a new school and tried to get back into acting. There was another boy in the cast that started touching me, “accidentally” and making really inappropriate comments and, I’m sorry to get graphic but, he would push his penis into my hip (in a scene we had to do together, he played my husband) or rub it against my butt (backstage) and then one day he got really mad and threatened to kill me. It was all too familiar and I talked to my parents and we told the counselor at school. Everyone at that school, (it was a very small school, I think there were 40 people In the whole highschool) everyone turned against me and just decided I was lying about it all even though from the moment things started happening with the guy, I told one of my best friends about all of it. From the beginning. I wasn’t lying. I wouldn’t ever lie about anything like this, that’s not who I am. I ended up dropping out of that school immediately. I’ve been recently struggling very bad with depression and severe anxiety to the point where it’s hard to leave my house. I feel like such a wimp for being this distraught about it bc it wasn’t technically rape the first time and I know that people have it way worse than me. Anyways. Thank you for reading, I just really needed to get that off of my chest. I know it was a lot to read but I really appreciate it.