You can say no and if people don't respect it, drop them.

There are so many instances to choose from sadly. One of the creepiest to me is when uncles, great-uncle's or my father sexualize or touch me inappropriately, pretending it's ok. Everyone ignores it. When I was 14 I already heard one uncle talk about my breast. When my great-uncle hugs me as a greeting his hand is always way to low for it to be appropriate and not disgusting, and that has happened as early as when I was a young teenager. Not so low, that it would attract attention but low enough that his hand touches the upper part of my ass. That is not unintentional, but I am made to feel by everyone that it is. I hate it. 

I remember my father touching my ass underneath my underwear when I was maybe 13. He was sitting between me and his girlfriend, a hand in each of our pants on our asses while watching TV. What the hell. I still feel really grossed out about all of those actions by men that are supposed to see you non-sexually and not touch you inappropriately.

When I was 18 I had a boyfriend who manipulated and coerced me into giving him a blowjob. I will tell this story only to let other women and children know that it's not okay. You can say no and if people don't respect it, drop them. They will never respect you, your needs and boundaries. 

We were at a lake and he had been bringing down the mood the entire day, even though I had planned a beautiful day together. Previously we had talked upon going into the woods later to find a secluded spot to have sex. Before that we had agreed to go to the lake and enjoy the music and water. He had "forgotten" his swim trunks on purpose. I don't know why. It was intentional and shitty behaviour and annoyed me. At the lake he kept complaining about everything while I wanted to enjoy the day. He annoyed and complained so much that eventually I have had enough and we packed up and drove away. I was not in a good mood anymore, annoyed and angry by his behaviour. We argued a little and I told him that I don't appreciate that he didn't bring his swim trunks on purpose because we had agreed before he visited me that we'd go swimming that day. A moment later he brought up going into the forest to have sex. I told him no. I was not in the mood any longer. He manipulated me by saying that I was doing the same thing I just complained to him about. We had agreed to have sex and now I was pulling out of the agreement. He used my image I have of myself against me and because I didn't want to do the same thing he did I believed his logic and agreed annoyingly to go to the forest. He coerced me. This was never consent. When we stopped he got the picnic blanket out of the trunk and I asked him if he was planning on lying down. He said the blanket was for my knees. He coerced me into giving him a blowjob. I didn't realize for years what had happened that day. How wrong all of it was. That this was at least coercion, if not rape. 

With all these experiences I lost all trust I have for men. It is so hard to trust a man.