One day at high school, when I was about 16, incessant bullying push me to breaking point; autistic meltdown. After a few seconds of throwing tables and chairs in all directions I stormed out of class to go home. As I left the room I caught sight of my year-level coordinator approaching. I'll never know why he chose to ignore his own rule that no-one approach, talk to, or touch me if I'd had a meltdown but he paid for it. When he touched my shoulder I simply spun my arm round like swatting at a fly, then continued on home without looking back.
If you're wondering why this was bad for me, try explaining that his concussion was caused by a condition which even I wouldn't know about for another 15 years!
Joined: 29 Jan 2006 Age: 43 Gender: Female Posts: 1,821 Location: Manchester, United Kingdom
21 Nov 2009, 12:17 pm
Aimless wrote:
My worst memory about being touched was a molestation when I was 13.
Ditto, only I was 10 years old at the time. I'm terribly sorry for what happened to you, I feel your pain. It took me years to allow someone to touch me after that experience.
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My worst memory about being touched was a molestation when I was 13.
Ditto, only I was 10 years old at the time. I'm terribly sorry for what happened to you, I feel your pain. It took me years to allow someone to touch me after that experience.
Impotent Rage and Shame- I didn't tell my father about it until I was 25 and didn't tell my mother until I was 40.