So it's already 8:33 in the evening and I've been thinking about what article to write. I thought about this for 2 hours already after dinner. Then I remember what happened to me 5 days ago. It was one of the most traumatic experiences I have ever had.
It was Friday, around 7 am when I was heading to an apartelle to meet a friend with whom I agreed to have breakfast together before he travels back home and take the bus.
I was wearing a sweatshirt because it's still pretty cold and shorts. I'm not really fond of wearing jogging pants because I find them uncomfortable. So as I was walking, I heard a motorcycle heading towards me from my back. I felt that it's getting closer and it stopped beside me.
The next thing I know, I felt a force touching my left boob and I was not able to react nor defend myself from it. It happened so fast. He drifted fastly. I couldn't move, it felt like I was paralyzed for a few seconds.
All I remember was he was wearing a helmet, his motorcycle was black, he was wearing a dark suit, and he actually had the guts to look at me after sexually assaulting me. It's too late when I realize I have to take note of the motorcycle's plate number.
I told my friend about what happened. He suggested me to report it to the police but I shrugged it off. I was aware that there have been cases reported like this lately in the city, but I never thought it could happen to me. For goodness sake, it's 7 in the morning!
That leaves me to ponder that you're not safe anywhere. The moment you step out of your residence, you are already at risk. Even inside our houses, we are in danger. There are too many cases of rapes, assaults, abuse, harassment that happen at home when it's supposed to be your safe place.
What bothers me the most is that I did not report it to the authorities right away. What holds me back is because I'm scared and I'm not fond of getting attention from other people.
However, chances are, that guy will still be doing his business assaulting more girls which I feel like I'm responsible for. Last night and earlier, I prayed for him to realize the wrongdoing he did. Karma is a bitch.
You can never be complacent. Always be mindful of the surroundings and bring something with you like pepper spray or something sharp as your weapon.
The next day, grandma told me to buy some fish at the market and I can't help myself thinking about the danger I might face once I stepped out on our residence. It made me feel so anxious that I doubt every guy I come across as a pervert or someone who will do something bad to me.
I went to the market very anxious and calculated with my actions. I managed to get home safely but this experience hit me so hard. It gave me the reason to buy pepper spray and some emergency tools in case my life will be in danger once again, God forbid!
If I was not wearing shorts that time, will it happen to me? Would things turn out differently if I did not go outside and just took my breakfast with my family?
If I was wearing pants that time, will I still get harassed?
The thing here is that, if you are really a pervert guy, then wear the crown and enjoy that title. Don't play as the victim blaming the girls because of what they are wearing. It is a matter of choice and control.
That is why you cannot also blame the girls to hate men because you are also giving us the reason why. Too bad, there are innocent guys out there who take the blame also because they're being generalized.
It happened to me, it can happen to you too so protect yourself always and don't trust anyone right away. You can never be complacent.
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Thanks for reading.
Keep safe everyone ❤