So, how do women really feel about unwanted sexual attention?
Many many accounts here, see if any match up to your own.
"I’ve been reading through all of the submissions all night and I suddenly remembered something that happened to me last spring that still makes me nauseous with fear.
It was an early morning, around 6.30, and I was going to work. To get there I have to take the train. Because it was so early, and because a train had just left in the opposite direction of where I was going, - the direction most people traveled, I was pretty much the only person on the platform. I was standing there with my headphones in my ears, listening to music and reading a newspaper when I felt something brush up against my back. I turned around and there was a guy there literally right up against me with his head over my shoulder, reading my newspaper. As I looked at him he took the opportunity to ask me what time the next train would be leaving, which he obviously knew as there was an enormous board right in front of us which was counting down the minutes until the next train, but I answered anyway because I wanted to be polite. I then put my headphones back in and went to stand next to another woman who had just got there for a few minutes until my train arrived.
As I got on the train I noticed that the guy quickly followed me, even though it was not the train he was going to take, and sat down next to me. I buried my head in my paper and turned away from him as much as I could, ignoring all his attempts at starting a conversation. This worked fine until the next stop where the woman next to us got off and we were left alone. That’s when the terrifying things started happening.
At first he put his hand on my thigh and started running it up and down. I shifted in my seat and moved away as much as I could. At this point I was pretty much pressed up against the window. He then proceeded to put his arms around my shoulder and started to whisper in my ear. He told me that I was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and that he wanted to be my boyfriend. He told me that he wanted to be alone with me at his apartment. I was paralyzed with fear at this point and was too scared of what he would do if I told him to stop and leave me alone, so I sat there quietly on the verge of tears. He then started kissing my neck and my cheek.
By then the train arrived at the station I was getting off at so I got up to leave. He put his legs up to stop me from getting past him. I tried to push them down when he grabbed my hair and stated pulling my head towards his as if to kiss me on the mouth. I tried to get away with all my strength and luckily a group of guys saw what was happening and quickly approached. The guy got distracted for a moment and I was able to pull myself from his grip, push him away and run off the train. I am so thankful to those guys who showed up at that moment, they might have saved me for something even worse. I still get nauseous and paralyzed with fear whenever I see someone who resembles the guy and the thought of him still being out there, possibly doing this to other women and young girls makes me want to go out and find him and make sure that he never does something like that again "
Sounds like Post Traumatic Stress disorder to me :(
