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In reply to the discussion: About girls and women not telling after they're attacked [View all]Blaukraut
(5,689 posts)I know. Ironic. I was 14, in England as an exchange student. I remember it like it was yesterday. We were shuffling along in a line, past the exhibits that were behind glass. Right in front of the one with the bathtub murder (I forgot the name of the infamous murderer) something that felt like an umbrella handle was poking me in the butt. I tried to move out of the way but it kept going on, so I turned around to ask the person to please stop. But when I looked down, I saw that what had poked me wasn't an umbrella handle at all but an erect penis.
I was so shocked that I couldn't move at first. By the time I alerted my host parents, the guy had long since packed away his thing and moved off. I did get a pretty good look at his face and his penis (and I still have that horrible picture in my mind, almost 40 years later), even though it was fairly dark in the chamber, but the security guards never found him. Not surprising, to be honest. The creep knew exactly what he was doing and that there was little chance he'd get caught.
What made me regret later that I ever said anything was that both my host parents and the security guards implied that I was imagining things, or even making the whole thing up.