I had recently turned 17 and was taking a bus downtown with my parents and three younger siblings. It was the middle of summer and rush hour so everyone was packed onto the bus. When we boarded the bus, an old man who appeared to look homeless was sitting in the chair behind the driver’s seat on the left side of the bus. He got off and offered the chair to my little brother, which I thought was odd considering there were older people on the bus he could’ve given it to. He switched places with my brother and stood behind me. For the first few minutes of the bus ride, every time the bus would stop or turn a corner, I felt something hard bump into my lower back. I thought it was just someone brushing against me by accident, but soon enough, his hands started to touch my waist and he even tried putting his fingers in the waistband of my jeans. I realized that the hard thing in my lower back was his boner, and was too embarrassed to say anything especially since my parents were on the bus and had thanked the man for giving my brother his seat. I endured this for about 20 minutes before we got off the bus, when I told my dad what had happened. My dad asked why I didn’t say anything so he could beat the guy up, which is why I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to be the reason behind a conflict, even though I know it’s not my fault this man targeted me. I still think of it (I’m 20 now) and always try to sit on buses instead of stand, although I know that wont prevent other men from trying to touch me.
P.S. This project is great and I’m so glad I found this blog where I can read stories about other women similar to mine. Thanks!