When I was 13, I woke up in the middle of the night to a man laying next to me in my small bed, staring right at me. I looked at him all confused and told myself “OH! Silly, you’re having a nightmare!”

So I smiled at him, closed my eyes and was about to fall back asleep… when he started touching my thigh. Two things happened at once: I realized that I was only in my bra and underwear and that I was definitely not having a nightmare.

He looked shocked, but didn’t stop me as I wrapped my blanket around my body and proceeded to take a few steps toward my bathroom. Then I noticed that my bedroom door was wide open, so I bolted.