One night when I was 12, I was sleeping in a hotel room, sharing a bed with my dad. I woke up in the middle of the night and my dad was trying to grope my breasts. I blocked his arm, then he stuck his hand down my pants and touched my butt. I heard him laugh a little, and I moved over really fast so I was away from him. He stopped after that. It was so weird and it freaked me out for days afterward, because he had never done anything like that before and never did it again. I keep telling myself he was dreaming and didn’t know what he was doing. However, I was sexually and verbally abused by someone else in my family for 2 years, and he wasn’t dreaming at all. The jerk was quite conscious of his actions. Now I have a huge fear of intimacy. Even though I am a very beautiful and intelligent young woman, I run from sex and relationships like they’re the plague.