2nd entry interpreted
http://himekoha.livedoor.blog/archives/11240904.html :-
I was in 4th grade when I was first molested.
During 4th grade, I enrolled in a cram school in preparation for my middle school entry examination.
It's not that I'm was unable to cope with my lessons.
I might have a bit of trouble with my math, but I've always score full points in regards to my favorite Japanese classes that I thought of myself as being somewhere among the top of class.
And thus I was accompanied by my mother for a try out session at the cram school.
The moment I entered the classroom, everyone starts to stare at me intensely that I lowered my head instinctively.
The atmosphere is truly different from that of my school. Truly.
Fear struck me all of a sudden.
Once the printout have been distributed, everyone raise their pencil.
But what's this ?
I tried to follow the motion. But the questions on the printout had me stuck.
I do not understand. I do not understand the question asked. I don't ever understand a single word.
I tried my best to focus on the printout. And yet I still do not understand anything.
I was sweating non stop. My hands shaking uncontrollably.
This is really different from what was taught at school, truly.
One by one everybody in class prepare to their answers evaluated by the Teacher.
Even as everyone of them gets in line,
I find myself unable to answer even a single question.
My mother next to me whispered "Don't you understand ?" All I could do is to give her an expression of helplessness in reply.
In return, I saw a troubled perplexed look on her face.
I got anxious.
I return to the question, I give it another look, I still do not understand.
Before I knew it, I was crying.
Sobbing out loud even.
But nobody gives any attention to the bawling me.
Everyone had already moves on to the next question and concentrating hard on it.
I was in anguish, being unable to meet Mother's expectation in answering a simple question on what is suppose to be my favourite Japanese.
Now about my molester, that was when I was begin to settle into cram school.
To get back from cram school, I need to take the 8pm train for 5 minutes and exit at the 2nd station.
I still recall the incident vividly.
The man was standing behind me when he was started groping my fully clothed bottom.
Why ?
I tried to retaliate but my body was fear stricken.
I broke out in cold sweat.
Why am I being fondled by a stranger ?
My mind is in a blank.
Minutes feels like hours as he continue his caress.
I can't do anything besides breaking out in a run as I alight at the station nearest to my home.
I can't even tell my family about everything after the mad dash back.
That was just the start of many such cases.
I'm not sure if it's the same person or others like him, it's not even helping if I change my train or the timing that I took.
There was a day where I drag my exhausted body from cram school onto the train.
And soon there was that familiar feel again on my buttocks.
Deja vu
I lowered my head and just blank out.
About everything taught today....
I need to revise my notes, keep them in my head...
The guy keeps on fondling my defenceless back and bottom
I can even feel his heavy breathing behind me.
As he press his crotch towards me.
What's in my mind all this while is the test I will be taking tomorrow at school.
Mother will give me a hell if I don't get anything less than perfect.
Acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, I got off at my usual station.
Turning back, the door of the rush hour train had already closed.
Both the train and the platform are packed with people, I can't even tell who was the culprit that touched me.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
I find myself starting to "get used to" towards being fondled.
Perhaps that was then that I was getting conditioned to being sexually target that guy.
Being defenceless to everything, I just put everything out of my mind.
Even now, I find myself getting put off by the evening train crowds.
It just bring back to how I was.
That exhausted defenceless young self.