[100 Things] The Feminist Bundle #2

[eumelia]

Trigger Warning: Frank discussion of sexual harassment, breach of body autonomy and dealing with the above

Last week, on my way to work, I was groped on the bus.

My commute to work can last up to an hour, but it's usually about forty minutes and because the bus line start very close to where I live, I will usually manage to find a window seat, so I put on my earphones and hey presto I'll usually sleep the whole way.

On this day, I did just that, only at some point around mid way, I felt something poke me. It poked me in the ribs and then poked my breast and stayed there.

My first instinct was that my bra had flipped over, or something, and I lazily opened my eyes and looked down, planning to deal with the discomfort.

The thing that had poked at me and then, just, stayed in place, feeling my breast, was a hand.

My stomach dropped and I couldn't believe it. The fingers actually wriggled and I sat there transfixed at the sight of a hand, sticking out from the side of the seat, obviously belonging to someone sitting behind me.

Surely this was a mistake. Surely this is just someone who inadvertently moved his hand between the seats to hold on as the bus swerved and drove on.

I sat there, holding my sides for about five minutes, I couldn't move and I kept thinking, surely I imagined it, it can't be, why would this happen?

The hands stayed there, peeking from the side of the seat and I just felt too nauseated to keep sitting in that seat and I was lucky enough that there was a seat across the aisle, so I skipped over. This seat was also a few seats back, so I had a diagonal view of where I had been sitting and of the seat behind me.

Just then, the bus slowed down and stopped at the station and the guy who had previously sat behind me, stood up in order to get off the bus, he turned his head and looked at me.

I hadn't imagined it.

It did happen.

It's been weighing on my mind for over a week.

When I walked into the office, my friend who works with me (who got me this job) saw my face (it ain't no poker face) and asked me what was wrong. I told him I had been groped on the bus. He was very sympathetic and very kind to me that whole day, because quite obviously, this affected me.

It didn't help that two other co-workers decided to tease me that morning about being feminist. I don't even remember what they were saying, I just remember they were doing it to rile me up, so I told to quit it, for today is not the day to tease me for my world view, for my political identity, certainly not when that world view is the only that kept me from becoming useless.

There's no anger like righteous anger.

Throughout the day and the past week or so, I've been processing what happened. And feeling guilty about how badly it affected me. As I stood in line this evening, someone brushed up against me and my flight or fight reaction was on. It was just someone pushing through the throng of people.

Personal space is something kind of unheard of.

Not to mention that women's bodies are forfeit.

One of my co-workers, she being of the "always look on the bright side" and "the glass is always half full" attitude, said that in a screwed up way I could construe what happened as a compliment.

I nearly went Hulk on her, because fuck you very much, you are a part of the problem!

This man, decided to randomly stick his hand through the seats of the bus and touch me. He touched my breast, just so he could touch a woman's breast! He felt he was entitled to it, just because he is a man in public, whereas I, a woman in public, am nothing more than an ornament for him to grab at.

I was told by other friends that the fact that I moved, and removed myself from his reach was proactive, that I didn't just sit there and take it.

But my voice was gone. I had no voice. I chocked. I felt utterly helpless, because I was sure that if I had said something, I would have been the one shamed for disrupting the relative peace of the morning commute.

Because the fact that I was sexually harassed and had my personal space violated is a personal problem, one I should force other people to deal with.

I feel guilty for making a "big deal" out of this. After all, I wasn't assaulted, I wasn't hurt in any way. I mean, the worst thing is that now I can't sleep on the bus and have small freak outs when people stand behind me.

Back the fuck away, motherfucker.

I couldn't say that on the bus.

ETA: Cutting due to request. I'm sorry any of you were harmed by reading this.

Comments

[lilacsigil]

Don't let people diminish this. You were assaulted. You were treated as an object. You are right to be angry at that motherfucking asshole and the entire society that makes this a personal problem and too much trouble.

[eumelia]

*nods fiercely* You're right of course. It doesn't make it easier to feel it, but I know this, ffs!