The Driver of My Nightmares

 I guess this was the reason, I never liked drivers, it was long embedded in my system, not to trust the drivers. It was just my Trauma Response.

It is very easy to say to a woman, why do you go outside? why do you get in a situation like that? The answer is simple, we women go out to do things, like jobs, and study, sometimes travel to other cities for better medical facilities, and what do we get in the way? TRAUMA!

I don't remember my age from the incident, maybe I was a young grad student, I was travelling with my sister, to visit hospital. It was when we were coming back, in public transport. How can I forget? The driver of course. Me and my sister were on the passenger seat, the back was too high that people behind could not see what is happening on the front seat. Yes, that gives the CULPRITS their plain to play well.

At first I thought maybe the driver made a mistake, maybe I am just overthinking, Why would he do  that? Even though, he seemed like a drug addict, bright red eyes, swollen, black dirty clothes. Any way I kept on ignoring it; thinking it might be a mistake. BUT NO, I WAS WRONG!!

He kept on touching me with his elbow, right at the small of my waist, I was shook. I don't remember how many times he did that, he completely ignored the fact that my sister was sitting beside me. Sure that proves his CRIMINAL STATUS. He repeated one after other, and I had no courage to say anything. I was in shock and shaking all over. 

Then I finally gathered my long gone courage to say it. CONTROL YOUR HANDS!!

My sister was lost in her thoughts, and the roads were noisy, nobody else heard my words except the driver, and he immediately stopped doing it. I thought about yelling what he did, but them my cultured side invaded, thinking if I said anything, people might think it's my fault.

I never talked about this incident with anybody except one of my male friends. And he didn't blame me surprisingly. He simply said BE CAREFUL NEXT TIME. 

I was so traumatized, that I stopped going out much, and people started to think, there is something wrong with me. I only became normal after two year long THERPAY.

Here is what girls should do, avoid these kind of situations, sit with confidence, and if somebody still dares, don't wait just Yell and the culprit will be powerless. Their only power is our SILENCE. So don't give them that power. And if something still happens, heal yourself ASAP, healing is a journey, and it is your responsibility.

Peace

Damsel in Distress