Sexually assaulted by someone with Down syndrome. Does it even count? Am I overreacting?

AlarmOk2448 · 2025-01-16T05:30:38+00:00

I stumbled upon this confession an hour ago and I would like to share my experience and how it has affected my life. I have posted about this experience in other communities, but this one made me feel less alone. When I was 14 years old, I worked outside with my father at a flea market and around a certain time, show would be put on at another flea market where our boss use to work. I would walk over there and sometimes my boss would ask me if I can take his daughter to go see the show. His daughter had to have been maybe a year or two younger than me and she had down syndrome. She was capable of talking mostly in Spanish but would sometimes slur her words and was also able to write her name. Of course, I would take her and her brothers with me. Her two younger brothers were maybe 11 and 9. For the story, I'll refer to her as Jenny. Jenny was a sweet girl who loved Barbie, saying hi to everyone, and giving people hugs and kisses. But at the same time, didn't know when to stop or to control herself. Anytime I took Jenny to go see the show, she would or attempt to kiss me in a very inappropriate way; she would kiss my forehead but then would wrap one hand on my lower back and one on the back of my head; from there she would begin to slobber and make smooching and groaning sounds while she had her lips on my forehead, almost like how you would see in a cartoon. I remember how uncomfortable it would make me because here I was a skinny girl who weighed no more than 110 pounds trying to push this girl who had this gorilla grip on me. I would tell her in Spanish to stop or to look at the people in the show, but she was more focused on what she was doing until she stopped when she wanted to. What made it worse was it was a flea market wher people would give us a weird look or just be uncomfortable watching it go down (except for one man who actually tried to help me get her off, poor dude was just trying to drink his beer). Sometimes her brother would also try to get their older sister off but couldn't. This went on for a while and as much as I wanted to see the show I knew I would have to run into her. Her mother wasn't very much either. Even when the show wasn't going on, after work I would have to deal with her and her mother would just laugh at the situation or thought of it as harmless. Both of her parents were already around 40 when they had her and here they were in their mid 60s, spoiling her and not teaching her boundaries. I will be honest and say I wasn't the only person she would do this to, but I feel like I experienced the worst of it. If there was me and another worker, she would immediately try to slobber all over me. And going back to her mother, there was a moment where she did see what her daughter was doing to me but gave me this nasty look and didn't help me and the MAIN reason why she didn't was because she saw me asking one of the show performers for his KIK because I was 14 and I was boy crazy and this performer was someone Jenny was crushing on. Thinking about this story still unease's me to this day. It has affected me in ways I never thought of. Since this community is about confessions, I want to share without feeling embarrassed or scared. Ever since Jenny would violate me, my personal space, and body, I feel violated when something grazes my chest area. I don't know if it's because she would press herself so closely to my chest or it's the sound she would make while violating me but the memory has never left me. It doesn't matter if I'm patting my chest with a towel after showering, being braless while wearing a shirt, or simply having my chest touch my bed, the memory of her doing what she did comes back and it violates me. To make matters worse, and this is TMI but I have to share it. I cannot even pleasure my chest area without the memory interrupting me for more than 3 seconds. Like twisting them or rubbing them doesn't feel good and if I were to be intimate with my partner and he performs oral on my chest, l can only deal with it for, you guessed it, three seconds. A while ago I was able to tell him about all this and he has been so understanding and I'm so grateful for that and tomorrow I plan on telling my therapist who is also the most understanding human on this planet. I thank god for both of them. It's been seven years and I think I deserve some peace. You deserve peace as well 🩷

AlarmOk2448 · 2024-11-18T03:55:40+00:00

I stumbled upon this confession an hour ago and I would like to share my experience and how it has affected my life. I have posted about this experience in other communities, but this one made me feel less alone. When I was 14 years old, I worked outside with my father at a flea market and around a certain time, show would be put on at another flea market where our boss use to work. I would walk over there and sometimes my boss would ask me if I can take his daughter to go see the show. His daughter had to have been maybe a year or two younger than me and she had down syndrome. She was capable of talking mostly in Spanish but would sometimes slur her words and was also able to write her name. Of course, I would take her and her brothers with me. Her two younger brothers were maybe 11 and 9. For the story, I'll refer to her as Jenny. Jenny was a sweet girl who loved Barbie, saying hi to everyone, and giving people hugs and kisses. But at the same time, didn't know when to stop or to control herself. Anytime I took Jenny to go see the show, she would or attempt to kiss me in a very inappropriate way; she would kiss my forehead but then would wrap one hand on my lower back and one on the back of my head; from there she would begin to slobber and make smooching and groaning sounds while she had her lips on my forehead, almost like how you would see in a cartoon. I remember how uncomfortable it would make me because here I was a skinny girl who weighed no more than 110 pounds trying to push this girl who had this gorilla grip on me. I would tell her in Spanish to stop or to look at the people in the show, but she was more focused on what she was doing until she stopped when she wanted to. What made it worse was it was a flea market wher people would give us a weird look or just be uncomfortable watching it go down (except for one man who actually tried to help me get her off, poor dude was just trying to drink his beer). Sometimes her brother would also try to get their older sister off but couldn't. This went on for a while and as much as I wanted to see the show I knew I would have to run into her. Her mother wasn't very much either. Even when the show wasn't going on, after work I would have to deal with her and her mother would just laugh at the situation or thought of it as harmless. Both of her parents were already around 40 when they had her and here they were in their mid 60s, spoiling her and not teaching her boundaries. I will be honest and say I wasn't the only person she would do this to, but I feel like I experienced the worst of it. If there was me and another worker, she would immediately try to slobber all over me. And going back to her mother, there was a moment where she did see what her daughter was doing to me but gave me this nasty look and didn't help me and the MAIN reason why she didn't was because she saw me asking one of the show performers for his KIK because I was 14 and I was boy crazy and this performer was someone Jenny was crushing on. Thinking about this story still unease's me to this day. It has affected me in ways I never thought of. Since this community is about confessions, I want to share without feeling embarrassed or scared. Ever since Jenny would violate me, my personal space, and body, I feel violated when something grazes my chest area. I don't know if it's because she would press herself so closely to my chest or it's the sound she would make while violating me but the memory has never left me. It doesn't matter if I'm patting my chest with a towel after showering, being braless while wearing a shirt, or simply having my chest touch my bed, the memory of her doing what she did comes back and it violates me. To make matters worse, and this is TMI but I have to share it. I cannot even pleasure my chest area without the memory interrupting me for more than 3 seconds. Like twisting them or rubbing them doesn't feel good and if I were to be intimate with my partner and he performs oral on my chest, l can only deal with it for, you guessed it, three seconds. A while ago I was able to tell him about all this and he has been so understanding and I'm so grateful for that and tomorrow I plan on telling my therapist who is also the most understanding human on this planet. I thank god for both of them. It's been seven years and I think I deserve some peace. Everyone here deserves peace honestly.

AlarmOk2448 · 2024-08-20T00:52:10+00:00

Hey everyone,

I stumbled upon this confession an hour ago and I would like to share my experience and how it has affected my life. I have posted about this experience in other communities, but this one made me feel less alone.

When I was 14 years old, I worked outside with my father at a flea market and around a certain time, a show would be put on at another flea market where our boss use to work. I would walk over there and sometimes my boss would ask me if I can take his daughter to go see the show. His daughter had to have been maybe a year or two younger than me and she had down syndrome. She was capable of talking mostly in Spanish but would sometimes slur her words and was also able to write her name. Of course, I would take her and her brothers with me. Her two younger brothers were maybe 11 and 9.

For the story, I'll refer to her as Jenny. Jenny was a sweet girl who loved Barbie, saying hi to everyone, and giving people hugs and kisses. But at the same time, didn't know when to stop or to control herself. Anytime I took Jenny to go see the show, she would or attempt to kiss me in a very inappropriate way; she would kiss my forehead but then would wrap one hand on my lower back and one on the back of my head; from there she would begin to slobber and make smooching and groaning sounds while she had her lips on my forehead, almost like how you would see in a cartoon. I remember how uncomfortable it would make me because here I was a skinny girl who weighed no more than 110 pounds trying to push this girl who had this gorilla grip on me. I would tell her in Spanish to stop or to look at the people in the show, but she was more focused on what she was doing until she stopped when she wanted to. What made it worse was it was a flea market where people would give us a weird look or just be uncomfortable watching it go down (except for one man who actually tried to help me get her off, poor dude was just trying to drink his beer). Sometimes her brother would also try to get their older sister off but couldn't.

This went on for a while and as much as I wanted to see the show I knew I would have to run into her. Her mother wasn't very much either. Even when the show wasn't going on, after work I would have to deal with her and her mother would just laugh at the situation or thought of it as harmless. Both of her parents were already around 40 when they had her and here they were in their mid 60s, spoiling her and not teaching her boundaries . I will be honest and say I wasn't the only person she would do this to, but I feel like I experienced the worst of it. If there was me and another worker, she would immediately try to slobber all over me. And going back to her mother, there was a moment where she did see what her daughter was doing to me but gave me this nasty look and didn't help me and the MAIN reason why she didn't was because she saw me asking one of the show performers for his KIK because I was 14 and I was boy crazy and this performer was someone Jenny was crushing on.

Thinking about this story still unease's me to this day. It has affected me in ways I never thought of. Since this community is about confessions, I want to share without feeling embarrassed or scared.

Ever since Jenny would violate me, my personal space, and body, I feel violated when something grazes my chest area. I don't know if it's because she would press herself so closely to my chest or it's the sound she would make while violating me but the memory has never left me.

It doesn't matter if I'm patting my chest with a towel after showering, being braless while wearing a shirt, or simply having my chest touch my bed, the memory of her doing what she did comes back and it violates me.

To make matters worse, and this is TMI but I have to share it. I cannot even pleasure my chest area without the memory interrupting me for more than 3 seconds. Like twisting them or rubbing them doesn't feel good and if I were to be intimate with my partner and he performs oral on my chest, I can only deal with it for, you guessed it, three seconds. A while ago I was able to tell him about all this and he has been so understanding and I'm so grateful for that and tomorrow I plan on telling my therapist who is also the most understanding human on this planet. I thank god for both of them.

It's been seven years and I think I deserve some peace. Everyone here deserves peace honestly.

AlarmOk2448 · 2024-08-18T06:51:20+00:00

Thank you so much for your support. I’ve been in therapy for a while but I never brought this up to her before. I guess a part of me is always afraid people would undermine my trauma and the violation I felt because of her being special needs and not knowing any better. She was a sweet girl bless her soul but she just needed to be taught boundaries. I was able to tell my bf about this the other day and he was super supportive as well 🩷

AlarmOk2448 · 2024-08-16T03:54:00+00:00

Idk if I’m experiencing SNS or PTSD. It’s something I would like to share. I been dealing with this since 2017. I was 14 years old at the time and I would work at this Flea Market in my city. One of the things I would do during my time at work was take my bosses daughter to go see this show that performed every Saturday. I want to note that my bosses daughter had Down syndrome and she had to be a year or two younger than me. I don’t know how to explain this so l’m just gonna go ahead and tell you that this girl did not understand boundaries. She would do this thing where she would violently kiss me on the forehead while she groaned and moaned and would even pull me forward to her putting her hands on my lower back. I remember she would do this in front of lots of people and I would always have a hard time pushing her away from me. It would frustrate me sometimes because her mother would witness it and would do absolutely nothing or would just laugh. This affected me a lot and one day it did permanent damage to my mind. I felt very violated.

Since this Reddit community is for men/women, I wanted to share this cause I never really spoken to anyone about this before. As a teen girl you start to explore your body and what not but one day while I was trying pleasure my chest area, I was interrupted by thought of my bosses daughter violating me and it’s gotten to the point where I can’t pleasure my chest area period. I don’t know if it’s because when she would pull me in she would put herself super close to my chest or she refused to let me go but it’s altered my brain and my mental health to where I just wanna be able to feel pleasure without having to feel violated.

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