Date: 4/23/2017
By emjaynehill
I was at school and my teacher brought out some test papers and said we're having a surprise test. Because I have test anxiety, I felt my heart beating rapidly and my chest hurt, so I told my teacher. "This isn't fair," I said. "I have anxiety and yet I'm expected to just do this without even preparing, it's ridiculous!" He argued with me and we ended up arguing for a while before I stormed out and refused to do the test. He was being rude to me, and he wasn't respecting my mental illness or me. I was walking around the school when I was told to go back to class, so I did and my entire class was stood up, away from their desks and papers. The teacher had left the room for a second. "What's going on?" I asked. "It's not fair that you're punished for having a panic attack, so we're protesting." I smiled, the entire class was on my side. It felt good. I stood with the rest of the class as the teacher came in, he didn't look happy. "Why aren't you getting on with your test?" he asked, rhetorically. "Because we're standing with Emily," a student at the front of the class said, his facial features completely serious, refusing to move. "Fine, all of you leave. Get out," the teacher said, angrily. He stopped me from going anywhere. One again, he was shouting at me, until finally he pushed me down, covered my mouth, and started to kiss my neck. He was trying to rape me. I pushed him away, managing to get out of the room quickly, and I ran straight to my parents. "He tried to rape me!" I yelled to them, crying. At first they questioned what i said because it was a serious allegation to make and we both knew that, but before long we were pressing charges and my school were refusing to let me go back and fighting for me. That's when I woke up.