Last updated on November 12th, 2020 at 04:06 am
I can’t even believe I’m writing this because there was a time when I shrugged both situations off. I guess that’s what happens with harassment, it can become so normalized that you don’t fully process it.
The first time I was harassed abroad was in Sri Lanka. Silly as it sounds, I didn’t realize it was happening. I was on a bus that was super full—having to stand up 2 out of 5 hours.
So when I finally got to sit down, I was relieved.
As I’m minding my business, looking out the window in a daze—I felt something on my upper thigh. Some creepy guy had his wrinkly, nasty fingers on me! My first thought was he was trying to steal from me since I had my fanny pack on.
I took a picture to send to my sister and my Sri Lankan friend. They both confirmed he was trying to cop a feel.
I guess he saw me taking a pic, so he moved his hands.
Being in a foreign country by myself made matters confusing, so I did just enough to get him to leave me alone.
But my Sri Lankan friend scolded me, told me I should make a scene and yell. Then a few seconds later the man tried it again—this time I was assertive. I slapped his hand away.
Although I could have made a scene, I wasn’t comfortable with that. In a bus full of strangers, the onus was on me—to protect myself, to fight back. And all I wanted to do was sit in peace.
So, my solution? I changed seats as soon as I could. Yes, people should stand up for themselves, but what that looks like is different for each person. And in a foreign country laws/rules can be ambiguous.
The second time was the same backpacking trip, but in the Philippines. Already on my third week of travel—I just wanted to relax. I got to my hostel and in my room was a woman my age, and a Dutch man in his late 40s.
When the woman left, the man proceeded to talk to me. He invited me to get drinks later, trying to conversing with me. Somehow this dude got up in my personal bubble and it became awkward. I froze with discomfort.
I just sat on my bed, throat knotting, wanting to speak up for myself but not knowing how to. He inches closer and says “you have beautiful arms” while stroking my right arm. At this point, I’m creeped out.
Still in shock, I sit there silently and let him finish babbling. The rest of my trip I made it a point to avoid him. As much as you could avoid a person staying in your room.
I asked the owner if I could switch rooms and he warned me it would take a couple days because of space.
Fast forward a few days, and I’m out with my new friends on the beach, chilling. Then here comes this creepy man! He sits next to me and is complimenting me, once again. My body shuts down, and I felt paralyzed.
His words sounded like gibberish, and again he stroked my arm. This time my friend saw it and was disgusted.
I immediately got up and stormed off.
In my head I was beating myself up. *Stand up for yourself! Why didn’t you say anything? * Ruminated in my mind.
So I did a 180 and confronted him.
“I prefer you not touch me.” I said trembling, but firm in my stance. He deflected and said “well 98% of the other woman like it.”
I was heated, and all I saw was red!!! I snapped on the beach around others, just letting loose. Maybe it was pinned up aggression from Sri Lanka, maybe it was from all the times I didn’t stand up for myself in the past.
But I let it out, and I was fierce! Luckily, the friends I made were there to help and support me through that time. But it definitely wasn’t an experience I thought I would have—let alone two in one trip.
I’m thankful I could get out both situations safely. Harassment sucks! And it’s a worldwide problem. I believe in holding people accountable, but it’s not always easy or feasible for everyone to.