Earlier this year, before my 18th birthday, not too long after my dad died, I took a semester off from college after I failed a class and I was living on my own, and before I was diagnosed. And yes, this was all at 17.
I was hanging out with this guy (I didn't particularly like him, but my mom told me to talk to him and stuff (she thought I was being antisocial)), he was like 21-24 (...?). He bought me dinner at a fancy place, he walked me to my apartment and he came in, and then we talked for a bit and he tried to touch my things (like iPod, diary, CDs, etc (he was pissing me off )) so while I tried to hide those things from him, he chased me around my house and tickled me, and I was laughing (but I often laugh and smile when I'm nervous and/or pissed off). Finally he stopped, and we just sat, then he started kissing me, and I froze, he asked me if it was ok, and like an idiot I said " sure..." He kept on kissing me for a long time and then he left. And then I had to take a shower because I felt so disgusting. His breath tasted like fish, and I cried for the next few weeks.
So to sum it up, it was the most disgusting/awkward feeling ever, and thinking about it now makes me nauseous...