It’s funny how something so simple became such an ordeal, like taking a shower. 🚿 That shower incident made me so afraid to take showers. I couldn’t stand to have the water clog my ears, because it would unable me to hear. And I needed to hear every sound in order to know if some man was sneaking up on me. I burned my eyes with soap many times. I couldn’t stand to have them shut, because I needed to see if a man was peeking in on me.
I used to sit on my floor in fear, because I had to take a shower, but I was too afraid to. And how do you get around having to bathe? It wasn’t like I could avoid a certain person, place, or alleyway. It wasn’t like I could not go back to where an incident occurred. The guy who watched me shower still lives here, and I often run into him around the building. It felt like I was living with my stalker, and that at any time he could come back. What could I do, just scream? It made me feel helpless, like nothing I could do but wait in fear.
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