I was a middle school student at a private school in a small city in Northern Kentucky. It started my 7th grade year, my attackers were peers who were just a grade above me. There was show running on MTV called “Jackass” and a strange segment called Party Boy where 5 to 7 people would find a stranger in public and start dry humping them, often times removing their own clothing near their crotches. This is what happened to me on a weekly basis for 3 months by a group of 8th grade students. They thought it was funny to see me cry and curl up onto the ground. What really made this a bad experience was when they would pretend to take off their pants buy removing their belt buckles and by singing the song that went along with it. I felt so emasculated and I could tell no one about this. Who was going to believe me? A friend once saw it happen in the hallway and told me I should swing a punch at them but I fell to the ground at that attempt and it only caused them to laugh harder. They used to called my house phone and would start chanting the song that went along with the bit. They had a girl do this once and I couldn’t look a woman in the eyes for a few years following that. It wasn’t until my Mom witnessed me pick up the phone one night and I started crying in front of her. The school suspended them for 3 days, but I still had to see them every day in the hallways for the rest of that school year. It took me years to face it head on and I’ve just finished my therapy sessions within the past week. I feel I am finally at a place of peace after using songwriting as a stepping stone to express myself. Two of my assaulters eventually tracked me down to apologize in person years later.