When I was seven years old I was grabbed by a stranger and made to touch him sexually. I was on my back way to school after going home for lunch and had to walk down a quiet lane to get there.
This guy jumped out on me and forced my hands to touch him. I managed to kick him and ran to school crying and was taken to see the headmaster but I was very naive and didn't know how to explain what had happened.
I was then sent back to my class and had to stand at the teacher's desk and again relate what had happened.
A letter was sent home to my parents who took one look at it and said words to the effect of " Try to walk with other children" and it was never mentioned again.
My parents are long gone and I so I can't confront them about it but recently it has been upsetting me as to why no one seemed to care.
I feel wicked for feeling this way.
Thanks for reading!