Hey, everyone. I hope you're all doing well in your own journeys. I am
very thankful to anyone who takes the time to connect with me here, and
offer some comfort. I'm here because my PTSD has been triggered by
recent sexual harassment. I'm a young ma...
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Hey, everyone. I hope you're all doing well in your own journeys. I am
very thankful to anyone who takes the time to connect with me here, and
offer some comfort. I'm here because my PTSD has been triggered by
recent sexual harassment. I'm a young man, and a middle-aged woman made
sexual comments towards me in a digital setting. (She is probably 20
years older than me.) She was very judgemental when I expressed
discomfort, and ultimately deleted her on social media. I have taken
practical steps to separate from her, and have informed a relevant
community organiser, who will be speaking with her about boundaries,
etc. Practical safety aside, I'm feeling hollow inside, and scared. This
is bringing up some negative stuff. When I was in year 8, an older girl
emotionally manipulated me, and sexually harassed me into having a
relationship with her. She performed sex acts in front of me, with her
older boyfriend. When I was in year 10, two adult women sexually
harassed myself and a friend, and instructed us to kiss in the backseat
of a car, telling me afterwards not to inform my mum about what
happened. It made me feel dirty and shameful, as though I had done
something wrong, when I was simply the victim of adult
inappropriateness. Those feelings are returning now, even though I
logically know I am not at fault. My childhood experiences conditioned
me to think "how could I have avoided this" and "how am I responsible
for what happened", and even though I deliberately try to resist these
nonsense impulses, they still creep up on me. I am happy about one
thing. I told this woman that I was uncomfortable, I sought
accountability, and I removed myself from the situation. So, this is a
victory. Because in the past, I didn't resist. I was too afraid to stand
up for myself. I would be unable to sleep, sick with terror, stomach in
knots. Throughout all these experiences, I was never attracted to women
(I am a gay man), so that made their perverted sexual advances even more
frightening. At a young age, I knew I only liked boys, but I tried to
convince myself I liked girls just to appease female predators. I think
this is a fresh start. I will never allow another woman's
inappropriateness to go unaddressed. I feel empowered, but I also feel
disgusted. I feel angry. I want women to stop doing this to me, to just
leave me alone. I want justice for the sexual harassment that occurred
when I was young, but I don't know if I'll ever get it. Thank you for
reading.