Kavanaugh accuser speaks out:

[DangerousRhythm]

64. I understand her fear and wanting to remain anonymous initially.

I had a similar incident happen to me as a nearly 13 year old by a classmate at my then best friend's house. We were all students at a local Catholic school. Basically, and I can count the number of people I've even told this on one hand, my best friend's younger brother held my arms behind my back while her cousin (in my grade and classes - a LOT of girls in my class had crushes on him, btw) tried to take my clothes off and was groping me while I screamed my head off. I screamed so loudly and so much as I struggled to break free that when I got home, I realized my throat was bleeding. I was spitting blood into my sink. I'd like to add that my then best friend didn't even bother to help me, either. I'm sure she heard me screaming. We drifted apart over that summer as we entered high school together.

Today, he's regarded as a hero and is actually a small time member of that area's Republican party, and I'm watching him from afar because THIS situation is my fear. He's married now, with kids.

He actually had the balls to friend me on Facebook years ago, and I was hoping for some kind of apology from him but he never even said a word to me and it seemed like he was a "girl collector" if you know what I mean (guys who friend request very attractive women they don't even know because they're creepers), and of course they all had big boobs. That was his focus on me too, ugh. I deleted him when I realized no apology would be coming.

As for proof, the only proof I have of it happening at the time is that he spread some kind of rumor about me after that happened, among our class, and I'm not even sure what he said exactly, but when we got our yearbooks that year, there was a section where my name was mentioned in a veiled "joke" about me "liking volleyball". No, I was never into sports, being an artsy kid, and it was entirely a way to mock me and humiliate me publicly for my boobs being groped by him, while slipping under the radar of teachers... in print for a book I had to pay for, no less. The cruelty made me nauseous then and today. I still have the yearbook, AND I just remembered I also have personal photos from around the time of the incident of the group of us hanging out in that neighborhood. I hope I'm never put in a situation like this poor woman where I'm pushed into using them. I don't relish the idea of throwing myself out there to the wolves and I'm sure his wife probably has no idea he's like this.

It's fucking disgusting and this situation is dredging up all those old feelings again.