I am Jane Doe.
The first time I became Jane Doe I was six years old.
In school I had to go to the bathroom. When I was done I opened the door and one of my clasmates was standing in the door way. He pushed me back into the stall and closed the door.
He pushed me against the wall of the room and put his hand between my legs. He rubbed his hand around a bit. I just froze and waited untill he was done.
It seems like it took a while. The teacher came into the bathroom looking for us. She called out our names and the door opened. I don’t know if it was open the entire time or if my classmate opened the door.
When we were walking back to class she told me I was not allowed to use the bathroom at the same time as a boy. But not in a protecting way. I felt like it was my fault.