Hi all,
I'll be chatting with some people, friends or acquaintances, and the topic turns to safety. Yesterday we went from talking about nukes to street safety, and someone asked me about my experience and if I'm scared of anything. I said I'm not scared of nukes but I am constantly afraid when out in my city. Eventually I had to explain why, and part of me thought it wise not to get into sexual stuff but part of me wanted to raise awareness of the issue, so I said that street harassment is something I experience a lot, and given previous incidents I feel my fears aren't unfounded.
So one woman says, "Well, that never happens to me." She might as well have been talking about seeing Brad Pitt in the street. Maybe it's in my head but it's happened several times that I get the feeling people think I'm bragging, as if what I'm saying is, "I'm so pretty that men just can't help themselves." I don't go around talking about this all over the place, but when it seems appropriate (or maybe when I'm desperate to feel protected? connected? I do). One guy interjected and said he has a friend who has similar experiences, but everyone else's reactions left me feeling so alone and hurt at the realization that those people didn't believe me. They continued asking me questions as if to try to debunk my statements, and it felt like a hole had opened up in my chest.
But here's a funny thing: one woman in the group yesterday did tell me in the past that every once in a while men grope her but that she brushes it off as "cultural differences". Yesterday she remained silent. WTF!
Sometimes I think people's/society's reactions are slightly worse than the assault I suffered and the harassment I regularly experience.
I woke up feeling rather deflated. I feel I've barely any connection to society right now.
I'll be chatting with some people, friends or acquaintances, and the topic turns to safety. Yesterday we went from talking about nukes to street safety, and someone asked me about my experience and if I'm scared of anything. I said I'm not scared of nukes but I am constantly afraid when out in my city. Eventually I had to explain why, and part of me thought it wise not to get into sexual stuff but part of me wanted to raise awareness of the issue, so I said that street harassment is something I experience a lot, and given previous incidents I feel my fears aren't unfounded.
So one woman says, "Well, that never happens to me." She might as well have been talking about seeing Brad Pitt in the street. Maybe it's in my head but it's happened several times that I get the feeling people think I'm bragging, as if what I'm saying is, "I'm so pretty that men just can't help themselves." I don't go around talking about this all over the place, but when it seems appropriate (or maybe when I'm desperate to feel protected? connected? I do). One guy interjected and said he has a friend who has similar experiences, but everyone else's reactions left me feeling so alone and hurt at the realization that those people didn't believe me. They continued asking me questions as if to try to debunk my statements, and it felt like a hole had opened up in my chest.
But here's a funny thing: one woman in the group yesterday did tell me in the past that every once in a while men grope her but that she brushes it off as "cultural differences". Yesterday she remained silent. WTF!
Sometimes I think people's/society's reactions are slightly worse than the assault I suffered and the harassment I regularly experience.
I woke up feeling rather deflated. I feel I've barely any connection to society right now.