In 2008, I was on the 22 Knight bus, coming home from work. I was sitting at a window seat when an older gentleman sat next to me. His hand brushed against my thigh, and at first I thought it was an accident. Then he started groping it. I was in absolute shock. It was like I was watching it happen to someone else in a movie. A former friend said I should have drawn attention to myself or yelled at him. But I was frozen.
Eventually, fighting back tears, I stood up abruptly and moved seats.