[WE114]- The Trauma I Have and Nobody Knows

Hola everyone!! I now have two hours to finish my blog, so if I ever can't make it or my blog ends up being a buzzer-beater, please allow me to share with you my entry for this week's concept. Anyway, I apologize if I am already late in posting this, but I want to thank @galenkp for coming up with this idea.

In light of the fact that I still want to take part in this challenge, allow me to share with you something that I will never forget.

Below is the beginning of a sentence which you need to finish. Explain what the thing is and why you answered as you did.

"The one thing I will never regret in my life is..."

Photo by Kat Smith from Pexels

In reality, I have a lot of lifelong experiences that I find difficult to forget. I had traumatic events throughout my life, even when I was a little youngster. Boys in our neighbourhood used to cat-call me when I was little and in the middle of my adolescent years. Because I was raised in the city, I could tell you how the majority of residents are maniacs and extremely liberated. I don't understand why these men always pick on me despite the fact that I always wear casual clothing and that my parents and grandparents are conservative. I attend a Catholic university, thus I have decent morals.

But the fact that I am constantly the focus of attention for males is something I find difficult to accept. Actually, I'm not that attractive. I just have a good complexion and am white. Perhaps I was only noticed because I was so young and had a nice body curve at the time. But I didn't anticipate that this would be the cause of my hatred of being beautiful.

I then remembered other instances in my life that I despised and couldn't tolerate happening to me. I once took a Jeepney, as we refer to public transportation. So, because this car is constantly packed, there is little we can do if we are crammed inside. Here, something unexpected happened. While we were sitting inside the Jeepney, a man beside me put his backpack in front of him as if he was hiding his hand. Since I carry my backpack in such a manner when I travel public transit, I just thought it is natural. However, halfway along our trip, I suddenly felt his finger brush across the side of my chest.

Initially, I assumed it was only incidental contact, but as we were moving, I noticed a significant change in the way his fingers were moving. This caused me to get anxious. He smirked at me and his face was so red that I thought he was high when I sent a wicked glance his way. I made an effort to break away from him, but he drew nearer till I felt what felt like a little dagger poking beneath my chest. This only made me more uneasy. I was so terrified that I was powerless to stop him from doing the action on my chest. It took a while, maybe about five minutes.

I simply gave thanks to God that the Jeepney came to a halt when a passenger got out. I finally had the confidence to go down right away while shouting when the folks next to me started to loosen a little. "You're such a maniac!" I said, pointing at that man.

I experienced significant trauma as a result. I haven't been able to tell my parents and siblings till now since I know they won't get it. I despised myself so much as a result. I feel bad for being disrespectful to some men. Is being attractive and proper a sin?

Anyway, there conclude the main points of the incident. I'm simply relieved that I had the courage to talk about what had happened to me at that moment again today.

Thank you so much for reading, and may other ladies who have gone through similar horror Have the strength to share your stories.