This is going to be very difficult for me to post, so please bear with me. And, also, please do not read this or use caution while reading this if you're in a vulnerable place -- I don't want anyone to be caught off guard and potentially triggered by this post.
On Saturday night, I was "ass aulted." I am okay. I am safe. And, aside from a small physical mark left over from the "assault" and the emotional scars that are just beginning to form, I will be alright going forward. It's hard for me to write that I was "assaulted." And, if you notice, I'm using quotes around the word "assault" -- maybe I feel as though the event doesn't deserve to be called that for it wasn't bad enough and maybe I feel as if the event can be minimized if only I choose not to acknowledge how bad it was. I don't know what to call it...the few people I've shared this with have called it a variety of things. But, for now, I can only call it an "assault." It's the best I can do.
I'm not writing this because I want or expect sympathy or empathy or the like. Rather, I'm writing this for two reasons. One, I need to get my story out. It's been eating away at me for two days now and I'm struggling greatly. And, two, I want others to know that events like the one I experienced are real and possible. And, instead of sympathy or empathy, I ask that you all become more aware of your surroundings and possibly learn how to handle situations such as the one I experienced so as to be able to protect yourself -- from both an emotional and physical standpoint. I don't mean to be hypervigilant (though I now am), but I think it's sometimes easier to safeguard one's self after hearing about the potentially close call another individual has had.
On Saturday night, my roommate and I went out to run some errands. There was a new craft store we wanted to check out and there some things we wanted to pick up from the store. Well, all was normal. We had a wonderful dinner out and then had fun (and found some great bargains!) at the craft store. But, when we went into the other store, things turned ugly for me. I won't name the store (and you may not know it anyway, but suffice it to say that it is a store similar to Walmart, Target, and the like -- a superstore, if you will) My roommate and I split off and I was just wandering around the aisles browsing when a man approached me. He was around my age (I'm 27) but may have been older or younger. His skin color and other characteristics are unimportant. But, before I even became aware of anything, I felt him grab me and grope me. And, as he was doing so, he spouted off a number of lewd, demeaning comments. I will not repeat them. We were in the back of the store and there was no one around. And, instead of doing anything, I froze. I know my response was not out of the ordinary, but I feel a lot of shame about it nonetheless. I wouldn't even be able to tell you how long it lasted, but it was quick. Almost as quickly as he came up to me, he, along with at least one other guy, walked off...laughing...
I found my roommate and I was visibly shaken and uncomfortable, but she was still shopping and I was, well, I guess I was in shock. I didn't tell her. I didn't tell an employee. I didn't tell a store manager. I just walked off again -- all the while shaking and feeling as though I were ready to break down and cry. I know I walked through the store for a while before meeting up with my roommate again, but I don't know what I did or what I saw. I do remember crying in the pet section while I drowned my emotions by looking at the labels of the kind of cat food I'd never feed my cats. I remember this because the guys approached me again. They were laughing at me, mocking me. A lady said "Boys will be boys, huh?" and then walked away. Then, the one guy, not the one who groped and grabbed, said "I'm coming to get you, I'm coming to get you." in a teasing, threatening way. I don't know why I reacted the way I did, but I watched them walk away and then continued to read labels again. Well, until I stopped...after that, I just don't remember. I must've been walking around for a while because my roommate came and found me. While she said I seemed upset, she said no true red flags went up for her. In fact, she asked me if I wanted to look for the shampoo and conditioner I said I had needed. But, as we walked down to that aisle, I just started to shake and cry. We wound up leaving with nothing. She didn't know what had gotten into me. I didn't say much. Well, I did. But, not until we were nearly home.
Since then, I've not been able to sleep well. I went to church yesterday morning and even went to the pet store, but I was anxious and uncomfortable. I couldn't focus. My roommate had to go into the drug store as I couldn't force myself to go in. I'm overly anxious. And, admittedly, full of guilt and shame. I know I didn't do anything wrong, but the feelings persist regardless of that knowledge. It doesn't help that this event has brought back feelings of past abuses. I'm scared and I'm sad. I'm frustrated and I'm overwhelmed. I'm tired and I'm resentful. I'm angry and I'm shamed. I'm so many feelings -- so many at once that I can't even decipher what they are anymore. I've shared my story with my roommate and with two close friends. I'm sharing my experience here. While I am still struggling and, in some ways, still suffering, I'm doing better and getting better every day. It's not easy, but I'm honest.
I wish I had some happy ending to this story. Maybe there's one out there yet. For now, though, I'm happy to just be here and able to share my story. Like I said, I don't even know what to call what happened to me. Maybe it's an overreaction or maybe I am punishing myself by continuing to minimize something that affected me greatly. Either way, I appreciate your reading this. Thank you for helping me feel not as alone...
* I should also mention that, as of now, this has been reported to authorities. My roommate and I took care of informing the appropriate agencies (including the store) about what happened the same night. I can't discuss anything else about that at this point, however. I hope you understand.
On Saturday night, I was "ass aulted." I am okay. I am safe. And, aside from a small physical mark left over from the "assault" and the emotional scars that are just beginning to form, I will be alright going forward. It's hard for me to write that I was "assaulted." And, if you notice, I'm using quotes around the word "assault" -- maybe I feel as though the event doesn't deserve to be called that for it wasn't bad enough and maybe I feel as if the event can be minimized if only I choose not to acknowledge how bad it was. I don't know what to call it...the few people I've shared this with have called it a variety of things. But, for now, I can only call it an "assault." It's the best I can do.
I'm not writing this because I want or expect sympathy or empathy or the like. Rather, I'm writing this for two reasons. One, I need to get my story out. It's been eating away at me for two days now and I'm struggling greatly. And, two, I want others to know that events like the one I experienced are real and possible. And, instead of sympathy or empathy, I ask that you all become more aware of your surroundings and possibly learn how to handle situations such as the one I experienced so as to be able to protect yourself -- from both an emotional and physical standpoint. I don't mean to be hypervigilant (though I now am), but I think it's sometimes easier to safeguard one's self after hearing about the potentially close call another individual has had.
On Saturday night, my roommate and I went out to run some errands. There was a new craft store we wanted to check out and there some things we wanted to pick up from the store. Well, all was normal. We had a wonderful dinner out and then had fun (and found some great bargains!) at the craft store. But, when we went into the other store, things turned ugly for me. I won't name the store (and you may not know it anyway, but suffice it to say that it is a store similar to Walmart, Target, and the like -- a superstore, if you will) My roommate and I split off and I was just wandering around the aisles browsing when a man approached me. He was around my age (I'm 27) but may have been older or younger. His skin color and other characteristics are unimportant. But, before I even became aware of anything, I felt him grab me and grope me. And, as he was doing so, he spouted off a number of lewd, demeaning comments. I will not repeat them. We were in the back of the store and there was no one around. And, instead of doing anything, I froze. I know my response was not out of the ordinary, but I feel a lot of shame about it nonetheless. I wouldn't even be able to tell you how long it lasted, but it was quick. Almost as quickly as he came up to me, he, along with at least one other guy, walked off...laughing...
I found my roommate and I was visibly shaken and uncomfortable, but she was still shopping and I was, well, I guess I was in shock. I didn't tell her. I didn't tell an employee. I didn't tell a store manager. I just walked off again -- all the while shaking and feeling as though I were ready to break down and cry. I know I walked through the store for a while before meeting up with my roommate again, but I don't know what I did or what I saw. I do remember crying in the pet section while I drowned my emotions by looking at the labels of the kind of cat food I'd never feed my cats. I remember this because the guys approached me again. They were laughing at me, mocking me. A lady said "Boys will be boys, huh?" and then walked away. Then, the one guy, not the one who groped and grabbed, said "I'm coming to get you, I'm coming to get you." in a teasing, threatening way. I don't know why I reacted the way I did, but I watched them walk away and then continued to read labels again. Well, until I stopped...after that, I just don't remember. I must've been walking around for a while because my roommate came and found me. While she said I seemed upset, she said no true red flags went up for her. In fact, she asked me if I wanted to look for the shampoo and conditioner I said I had needed. But, as we walked down to that aisle, I just started to shake and cry. We wound up leaving with nothing. She didn't know what had gotten into me. I didn't say much. Well, I did. But, not until we were nearly home.
Since then, I've not been able to sleep well. I went to church yesterday morning and even went to the pet store, but I was anxious and uncomfortable. I couldn't focus. My roommate had to go into the drug store as I couldn't force myself to go in. I'm overly anxious. And, admittedly, full of guilt and shame. I know I didn't do anything wrong, but the feelings persist regardless of that knowledge. It doesn't help that this event has brought back feelings of past abuses. I'm scared and I'm sad. I'm frustrated and I'm overwhelmed. I'm tired and I'm resentful. I'm angry and I'm shamed. I'm so many feelings -- so many at once that I can't even decipher what they are anymore. I've shared my story with my roommate and with two close friends. I'm sharing my experience here. While I am still struggling and, in some ways, still suffering, I'm doing better and getting better every day. It's not easy, but I'm honest.
I wish I had some happy ending to this story. Maybe there's one out there yet. For now, though, I'm happy to just be here and able to share my story. Like I said, I don't even know what to call what happened to me. Maybe it's an overreaction or maybe I am punishing myself by continuing to minimize something that affected me greatly. Either way, I appreciate your reading this. Thank you for helping me feel not as alone...
* I should also mention that, as of now, this has been reported to authorities. My roommate and I took care of informing the appropriate agencies (including the store) about what happened the same night. I can't discuss anything else about that at this point, however. I hope you understand.