Friday, December 19, 2008

Watch Out For Creeps

Writing this post is the last thing I want to do right now. I’ve been pushing the thoughts out of my head all day. Not thinking about things, that’s what I’m good at. I am such a forgetful and oblivious person. Now that I am writing it, the tears have come back. I didn’t cry until my cousin did. That’s because I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t know what to think. I can barely figure out how to write this post. The more I think of it, the less I want to, but the more I know I should.

Last night I went grocery shopping with my cousin. There was a creep following us thru the store. I barely noticed, because I’m me. We get to the checkout line and the guy is still following us, while “adjusting his zipper”. He walks by me and touches my butt. I get annoyed and freaked out. My cousin is even more so. She is more like a big sister; she’s always protected me. She knew what he did, while I was still oblivious to the fact that he had wiped something on me. We go to the service desk and complain about this person, he walks back thru the store and seems to be looking for us. We get someone to walk us to the car, and we go back to her house where I change into a pair of her pants.

Woke up this morning and got ready for school (which turned out to be pointless, since we ended up with a snow day). Dani, my cousin, couldn’t sleep last night. She got to work and broke down thinking of what could have happened. It could have been a little kid. She thinks of the things I refuse to. She works with my mom, so she told my mom. Then she comes to my house and tells me that we need to go talk to the police. She explains to me all of her fears and the nightmares she had. I break down and cry. I feel so selfish. Sure, I’m okay, but what if that creep goes after a little kid next time?

So my parents, my cousin, and I went to the police today. I feel more freaked out about this now than I did last night. I am okay, until it comes to talking about it. It’s one of those things I just want to forget about and move on. Having everyone worry about me is not something I like. I don’t like needing people to protect me, or trying to be nice because I’m ‘fragile’. Then, time and time again, whenever something goes wrong- that is what happens.

This is not something anyone wants to think about, especially this close to the holidays. I am only posting this for the same reason I went to the police today. To make sure some creep doesn’t hurt some little kid next time. Many of you, my blog friends, have children. I do not want to see one of you posting that some creep went near your kid.


  1. Oh my goodness ~ it disturbs me that there are creepy people like that. I'm sorry to hear that you & your cousin had to "deal" with someone like that. Good on you for going to the police & mentioning it here. {{hugs}} Ali

  2. You know, it's horrible it happened to YOU. It doesn't matter that you're not a little kid, you were still violated.

    I'm so glad you went to the police. These idiots need to be stopped. Yes, so they don't do it to someone else, but also, because they did something to you.

    When I was your age, I used to just "ignore" these kinds of things - I'm glad you're not about to make my mistake, because it will eat you up inside.

    These people feed on women's silence. Crap happens at christmas time, just like all year round. I'm glad you spoke up, and spoke your truth. You can have a merry christmas while still saying "Keep you're filthy hands off me you pervert."

    Be proud of yourself for calling the police and for taking care of yourself. You're no good to anyone else if you don't take care of you too (and let those who love you take care of you too.)

    Hugs from me too.

  3. I am so proud of you Tori! Going to the police was the exact right thing to do. I am shocked the people from the supermarket didn't do so.

    I am so sorry you had to go through that, but I am glad you took steps that no one else would have to.

    You are awesomely brave and strong. :) Hugs!

  4. Happened to me when I was college age. Now, just recently, my daughter has been having an older man try and "hit" on her.

    You are very smart and brave for going to the police. You did the right thing!

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