< Translator’s note: The original formatting of the stories has been preserved. The translations aim to remain as close as possible to each author's original wording and expression.

 

I was waiting for a class at music school with a friend (a girl) and a boy. He started harassing me — he touched my buttocks and between my legs. I was crying and hiding behind my friend. When the teacher came, she said there was nothing she could do. My mom said the same thing. Only after about a year could I tell that to my group of friends (girls). Maybe this story is not that horrible, but for a 9-10-year-old me, it was scary and horrible.

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Anonymous author; story shared in 2024 as part of the campaign “16 Days of Activism against Gender-Based Violence.”