Silently shouting into the abyss
I got sexually assaulted by a massage therapist. Damn it feels so good to say that out loud (or at least type to whoever is listening in the interweb universe). I felt like it was my fault. Was I flirting with him? Did I lead him on in some way? Should I take it as a compliment? Ew. Disgusting that I am so conditioned to feel that way. I completely froze when it was happening. I felt detached from my body, floating overhead looking down at myself, praying for it to be over. Hell I even tipped him afterwards. Why did I do that... it’s hard to say. I guess I was shocked. Terrified. Maybe I panicked and just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. But what does that mean for the other women he will come in contact with? Will reporting it to his manager be enough to stop this from happening to someone else? Did she even take what I said seriously? And what does this mean for me? How can I navigate the world knowing that things like this happen everyday. I’m discouraged. I’m angry. I’m sad. And I feel like I didn’t do enough. But what else could I have done? What case could I win with virtually no evidence?