CDC data suggests "1 in 2 U.S. women report unwanted sexual contact in their lifetime." Around the age of 12, I was faced with one of the most difficult experiences I had encountered. It was right before the pandemic hit, and I was still in the 6th grade. My teacher at the time would start our mornings by turning off the lights and playing the news. On this particular day, I had sat next to a boy in my class who had a troublesome yet “popular” reputation at my school; shortly after the room turned dark, this boy decided to put his hand down my shirt. I shielded myself as much as possible while repeatedly telling him to stop, and after a few minutes, he finally stopped and said, “Sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that.” The teacher then turned on the lights and began the lesson, but in those few minutes, something changed in my 12-year-old mind. I told one of my friends what had happened, and she told me he probably didn't mean to and that it could've been an accident. She said this because, unbeknownst to me, she had romantic feelings for this boy and did not want him to be expelled. I could not fully comprehend what happened, and if it was my fault, I was scared that if I told my parents, I would be in trouble. This, mixed along with my friend’s discouragement, caused me not to report the incident until almost 2 years later. Within those two years of the incident not getting reported, I was rumored and teased at school by my peers because the boy had told one of his friends he slept with me. I was forced to hear about all these sexually explicit rumors surrounding me for months, and then COVID hit. I thought I would get some peace of mind over quarantine; however, that’s when the calls started coming in. Throughout the entirety of quarantine, I was receiving hundreds of messages and repeated calls at 1-3 am. When I would pick up these calls, it would be my male classmates (the boys' friends) using lewd and vulgar language towards me or speaking to me sexually explicitly because they knew it made me uncomfortable. My easily susceptible mind began to spiral as I began to hate myself and shield myself from any social interaction; I was scared of everything. I would even refuse to sit in my own living room with the blinds open because I was scared the boy and his friends would come by my house. You can only live in fear for so long. When I reached 13, I tried to take my own life; I was tired of living with so much pain and fear. I genuinely thought it was my only escape; however, while I was writing my suicide note, my father walked in. Through plenty of therapy and police investigation, I was able to heal from my situation. What sprouted from my pain was ambition. Starting in 8th grade, I created my own personal project where I had an anonymous account surrounding sexual violence and harassment at my school. I had many submissions by various students that shared their own experiences either privately with me or consented for them to be shared with the rest of our classmates for awareness. After some publicity, the principal reached out to me and asked how she could change the curriculum of health to support the students through sexual assult. Going into high school, I continued publicly to create my own club surrounding sexual assault awareness.