For context, when I was 14, I met a taxi driver in his late 30s, he was the go to taxi for my friends and I because he was especially funny and charismatic. I, especially formed a friendship with him, although I never ‘ hung out’ with him other than when I was taxing his taxi, but when I did I’d share my gossip and we talked a lot.He was also the only taxi driver my parents would let me take because they knew a lot of other girls who took him and haven’t heard anything bad.
Looking back at it, there were signs, he’d make jokes like “oh if you don’t have any money you can pay me in other ways”, or “I see you sucking on that vape you like having things in your mouth don’t you” .
Anyways one day, I took him for a 2 hour drive and he was making weird comments about how it’s funny my parents trusted him because he knew he could do anything, or how out of any of my friends he’d pick me because I knew how to shut up. I told him I was hungry so we went to a McDonald’s driveway and he got me food. While we weee in that driveway he told me there was something in front of me so I leaned forward and he unclipled my bra, I froze and pretended I didn’t notice because I was horrified. After that he unclipped my jeans and began, with his fingers. I was crying but didn’t say anything till we finally got to my place and he forcefully kissed me.
I felt disgusted and can’t even describe how horrified I was, the weeks after that I told no one and went through the darkest weeks of my life. When I finally told a few close people, their reactions were so subtle and not really caring.
Now for my confession, I was so shocked at how for other people it could be that small and for me, such a life changing event. So after that I began saying I was raped, I told the other people I’d already told that I didn’t say the full story. The guilt eats me up alive because lying about that is so disgusting and disrespectful to other people that it’s actually happened to. I just needed to share the actual story with someone.