@queenie I know what you mean by never wanting to go back to India again. I’ve been quite a few times, since I have distant relatives living there. I remember being 11 and being whistled at by boys that were twice my age… I didn’t appreciate it all. I haven’t been back to India in over 8 years and I don’t think I’ll be going back anytime soon.
But besides India, I’ve has quite a few inappropriate advances on public transit.
There are two incidents that stick out.
Once when I was on the subway and was sitting by the window. An older man came and sat beside me and I didn’t think much of it. I gave him space and he gave me mine… that is until about 5 minutes into the ride. He started opening his legs (so that they were rubbing against mine) and started playing footsie with me. I was trapped and felt very suffocated. I had no idea what to do except just sit there and look out the window. One of the worst subway rides of my life. Looking back on it, I feel like I should have said something… but I probably would have just burst out crying if I had even opened my mouth or looked at him.
The second incident was also on the subway and once again, I was by the window. A younger male came and sat beside me and took up a lot of space. I was squished, but I still didn’t say anything. All of the sudden, he turns to me and says: “Do you want to rub on my chest?” and he winks at me. I didn’t know what to say, so once again, I said absolutely nothing. Thankfully he got the idea and left at the next stop.
Another one that really made me mad was when I was going for a walk in my neighbourhood and a couple of young men started yelling “Damn those are some nice jugs”. I was so embarassed. I ran home.
I should really stand up for myself more…