Was propositioned over dinner last night by someone whom I had hoped
would be a good mentor and friend. Firmly said no and left when I was
too uncomfortable. Later that night, found myself losing touch with
reality. Couldn’t clearly remember more than a few minutes at a time.
This freaked the heck out of me. Other things, too, disturbed me a
great deal, but I need to sort that out later.
Right now, I need to feel safe. I need to feel loved. I need to feel
good about myself.
I’m terrified that this will happen again and again in the future,
just because I’m female and just because I am who I am.
I’m frustrated that I can’t just get over it.
I’m ashamed because I wasn’t myself afterwards.
I’m sad that other people live that kind of life.
And I’m *darned* lucky that the universe pulls me out of situations
like this and that I have friends to run to when crazy stuff happens.
And I’m trying my best not to be angry or disappointed (but not for
the reasons you might think)…
And I’m trying to fight off the panic, trying not to cry so hard I
feel like throwing up, trying not to freak all of my friends out in
the process… My rationalization engine’s kicking in overtime trying
to reassure me that it’s good that I learn these lessons now, good
that the circumstances were just right to keep me safe and all of
that, but I’m still terrified and I’m still scared and I’m still
trying my best to remember what makes me feel good about myself.
So it’s time to break out the GoodKarma page and the Cute Overload blog, time to bring out the stuffed toys and the letters, time to wrap myself in the warm and fuzzy thoughts people are sending my way and would have sent my way had they heard about it in realtime…
But I don’t want to ever have this feeling again.