When I(28F) think about this incident, it makes me sick. It’s something that will probably never leave my mind.
I was 15 and hospitalised for Gastric Ulcer. My mother was with me. I remember his face; he was of my father’s age. He was the doctor in charge of my diagnosis. I was in the hospital for about 5 days.
One day, my mother went downstairs for lunch. He came in at that moment. I felt something was off and asked him to come back later as I was about to have my lunch. He ignored me, pushed my lunch aside and asked me to lie down. I did what he said not understanding what was happening. Then he started touching my breast. I peed in the bed, I couldn’t even scream or say anything. Later, I couldn’t bring myself to tell my mother.
Finally told her about it after 4 or 5 years. I wish so bad that I could slap the shit out that old fuck