Well, It was 4 days ago and was a normal day as any other but while taking a via bus this strange, old man got on. However at the time I didn’t think anything of it. He then started shouting that he needed sugar because he was a diabetic and when he got some he settled down.
I got off the bus and sat at a stop to wait for my second bus. He followed me and sat next to me and again I didn’t think anything of it. I just wanted to go home. He started talking to me and telling me that i had to talk to him or he would go into a coma, I was scared and just wanted to be at home. I then told him the bus was coming soon and if he really needed help to go into a store and tell them what was happening.
He ignored me and told me about how he had been in jail for four days and proceeded to call me sugar and kiss my bare arm. I completely froze. I didn’t know what to do and he kept touching my arms and trying to hold my hands. At this point I was terrified. I finally came to and told him I was late for work and shot up although this didn’t stop his advances as he shouted “wow” and swung his arm back at an attempt to slap my butt. I panicked and in a split second screamed no and ran.
On my way home all I wanted to do was cry. I felt disgusted with myself. I felt like an object and all I kept thinking was how I let it happen and I was the one at fault because I hadn’t stopped it sooner. I felt like it was my fault because I didn’t immediately say no. It took me a moment or two to convince myself that I didn’t do anything wrong, but it’s still something that’s hard for me to grasp. Even now as I’m writing this I feel as though I’m the one who was wrong.
– E.S.
Location: San Antonio via bus station
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