It happens. It happened to me. I was sleeping at my best friend’s house. This was in Australia. I think I was about 11 or 12. I heard the door opening and before I knew it, Chris, who was about 14 or 15, had me pinned down with his feet spread across my arms and one hand over my mouth. I won’t go into any further details.
My best friend sort of knew what had happened (she was in the room) and she shared some stories. I’m sure she told her mother, and that was the end of our friendship. Protect Chris at all costs. I didn’t tell my mother until I was an adult. She was appalled and immediately recognized why the deterioration in the friendship had occurred.
I stayed in another friend’s house one night. Again, I heard the door opening and my heart was beating. There was no reason for anyone to come into the room. After an interminably long time, they left.
I do have another incident, but I can’t quite share it yet.
I told my sister about all of this last year. Nothing like that had ever happened to her.
I may suddenly decide that I have shared too much and delete this post. Expect the unexpected.