Sometimes it’s best to just let people believe that they successfully pulled the wool over your eyes.
They will continue with whatever it is they’re doing, get careless & eventually others will catch on as well without you ever having had to say a word.
Preserve your energy.
It’s the end of the 2nd week with Covid for me.
Sore throat & stuffy nose almost gone & nearly back to full lung capacity.
Fatigue & body aches however are getting worse by the day.
All movement is restricted & seriously uncomfortable.
These are the “mild” symptoms.
So I guess what I’m asking for is patience. To not demand for everyone who experiences assault to instantly transform into a fighter for themselves and others.
We all deal and heal differently.
Give us your understanding, not your scorn.
Not sure why this crossed my mind tonight. It’s not a need to bask in victimhood. Nor a want to start a personal revolution. But I know, obviously, that even years later those who’ve been subjected to these situations might not be ready to talk about these things & take action.
I never said anything to anyone beyond mentioning to my best friend that the whole thing “was weird”.
Honestly, I’m not certain if I would have spoken up, had I grasped the entire situation then the way I do now. Something I am not proud of yet don’t feel apologetic for.
What I didn’t understand in that moment, being so occupied with how the encounter had made me feel, was the fact that I was not an isolated case, but that essentially his whole business was build around him being able to conduct himself the way he had with me.
It had not been the first time in my life I had been touched in ways that felt very wrong. Not the first time an authority figure had invaded my space in ways that even a medical setting wouldn’t justify. I knew it was out of order.