Male (21) This isn’t about sex, but I thought I would send it to you anyway. When I was 12, a man approached me outside my school and offered me a bag of sweets. I ran away as fast as my little legs could carry me. This went on for several months. The same man would pop up in different places on my route home from school and I would have to run. I told my mother, but she thought I was lying. One day, on the way home from school, he steps out right in front of me and grabs my arm to stop me running. I start screaming hysterically. He’s trying to talk to me. But my screams are drowning him out. Some men come running over and start beating him up, saying they have seen him hanging round the school and he’s obviously a pedo. I run home and I am telling my mother what has happened, when I spot the man staggering up my driveway all beat up. I start screaming hysterically that the pedo knows where I live and he’s coming to get me. My mother says “That’s not a pedo. That’s your father.” They had separated before I was born. I had never met him or seen a picture of him.