It's happened twice. Same person. Same place. But this time I reported him to the police. Months on and he's still out there. This is my story, not for pity, but for empowerment.

The first time, was also my first time... but I was 14, and caught off guard by a stranger. I didn't tell a single soul. I felt I couldn't. My mental health disintegrated fast. I didn't trust anyone.

Since then I've struggled to let anyone in physically and mentally. It's ruined most of my friendships.

3 years later, history repeated itself. Only this time it left a much bigger scar, big enough for my boyfriend to notice... who convinced me to tell my parents. I can still picture my moms face when I told her, and I try not to burst into tears every time.

I only reported with the hopes that he won't hurt anyone else. It hasn't helped me, day-in-day-out I'm having to act as if nothings happened whilst getting interviewed, without anyone to talk to. I don't want to lumber my closest friends and family with my torture, that's just not fair on them.

The present day, I am back on track with my studies (actually ahead), most people think I'm over it and I'm continuing to fake a smile. However, I've started my photography club and trying to focus my energy on positive things. Some days are good and others are bad.

My story hasn't ended yet, and I'm not sure if it ever will. But for now, I'm taking each day as it comes, and trying to make the most of my wonderful life. I don't want pity, I want to empower myself and others to keep trying.

Lots of love,
Jasmine x