I feel like I got a target on my head…well more like my body since I get assaulted twice by old men for some reason. This time there’s nothing I can do. I’m not mad or vengeful just hurt. I’ve been trying for a year and a half to get over the first time. But how can I forget his voice, his words and worst of all his hands on me right next to my newborn daughter. I got justice for that time. He paid for what he did. But now its not in my hands, not this time. You see my job is where all the old men go to go crazy and fade away its no surprise if one gets a little grabby and inappropriate. It doesn’t make it right though. Everyone just brushes it off and laughs about it. I cant maybe if I wasn’t traumatized from before I could laugh joke but its all too serious for me. Its like ptsd to me now all I could see was him at Wal-Mart trying to get some from me feeling completely degraded and frozen.
At work I’m supposed to feel safe. Im starting to learn safe is just an illusion and that no matter how hard we try its simply impossible.