In the country were i live we’re kind of accustomed to men harassing us all the time, and that’s the problem, we’re used to it.
I was with my sister spending a few days with my dad in our farm because my parents are separated and that stuff, anyways, we went to the town to buy some groceries and there was this old man completely drunk behind us while we’re queuing. And he started to bother us, so i stood next to my sister because she was pregnant and i didn’t want her to get hurt. He took my hand and i dropped the things i was carrying. My father wasn’t in there, he was talking on the phone outside the mall. My sister started to silently laugh at me and i was all freaked out but i didn’t move, neither say anything in case he’d try something else.
I barked away from his touch but instead of just go away he put his arm around my shoulders and started to whisper things in my ear. I just stood there, not knowing what should i did. I took a salami from where i left it and started to slap him with it. It may sound funny but believe me, it wasn’t. I was 14 at that time and for god’s sake, i wanted to cut his balls off. My eyes were blurry and i didn’t want to cry in front of them. No one helped me. Neither my father do, he saw all the situation tho.
The old man started to made his way through me and intended to kiss me but i obviously pushed him away. I don’t remember how he got off of me, but in the way home i was all shocked and my family just laughed at me like it was a show or something. Fuck them. I really was scared and they didn’t help me. Nowadays they still remember it and laugh. My father’s excuse was that he knew the man and he’d have started to get violent if he pushed him away from me.
I really am scared of drunk people now.