I was assaulted yesterday.
By someone who works at my nursing home
.
To make a long story short...
Him: drives over bumps
Me: screams in pain (catheter, urinary tract pain)
Him: "oh, sorry, I'll drive slower."
Me: "ok thanks. The reason that I have car anxiety, is that my exfiance Adam, My daughter Noel's father who murdered her and her sister, used to abuse me with the car. He used to go 90 in the rain on back country roads, where there were deer
and the passengers side seatbelt was broken. (He never bothered to get it fixed btw.) So he would only slow down if I did something for him, and even then it was 75mph and the baby was in the car." ( the something that he made me do for him was road-head but i did not say that outloud.)
Him: doubles his speed, racing around corners, hitting every pothole...
Me: "screaming!"
Him: parks, starts to take the straps off that are holding the wheelchair
down. Could have easily reached to his right and forward to unbuckle one of the seatbelts. Pulls up my skirt. From over me reaches down, runs his hand slowly down my inner thigh, so close to my pum that my pubic hairs could feel his hand going by, all the way over and down, slowly, through my leg, out and around to unbuckle the seatbelt. Slowly retreats in the same fashion.
End.
I have decided not to tell.
Why?
1 he is established here.
2 his wife is the supervisor
3 his daughter works here too.
4 the administrator has laughted at a joke about my weight before. I do not think she will believe it.
5 everyone will think that I am doing it for attention.
6 I am staying quiet to avoid social awkwardness.
7 I am staying quiet to avoid scrutiny.
8 I'm staying quiet to avoid drama.
#MeTooAgain
Also, I have never, at any size, had any trouble getting good looking men. I have dozens of men, both IRL and some online too pining for me ATM... so there all you fat-girl-haters!
I was assaulted yesterday.
By someone who works at my nursing home 🏡.
To make a long story short...
Him: drives over bumps
Me: screams in pain (catheter, urinary tract pain)
Him: "oh, sorry, I'll drive slower."
Me: "ok thanks. The reason that I have car anxiety, is that my exfiance Adam, My daughter Noel's father who murdered her and her sister, used to abuse me with the car. He used to go 90 in the rain on back country roads, where there were deer 🦌 and the passengers side seatbelt was broken. (He never bothered to get it fixed btw.) So he would only slow down if I did something for him, and even then it was 75mph and the baby was in the car." ( the something that he made me do for him was road-head but i did not say that outloud.)
Him: doubles his speed, racing around corners, hitting every pothole...
Me: "screaming!"
Him: parks, starts to take the straps off that are holding the wheelchair ♿️ down. Could have easily reached to his right and forward to unbuckle one of the seatbelts. Pulls up my skirt. From over me reaches down, runs his hand slowly down my inner thigh, so close to my pum that my pubic hairs could feel his hand going by, all the way over and down, slowly, through my leg, out and around to unbuckle the seatbelt. Slowly retreats in the same fashion.
End.
I have decided not to tell.
Why?
1 he is established here.
2 his wife is the supervisor
3 his daughter works here too.
4 the administrator has laughted at a joke about my weight before. I do not think she will believe it.
5 everyone will think that I am doing it for attention.
6 I am staying quiet to avoid social awkwardness.
7 I am staying quiet to avoid scrutiny.
8 I'm staying quiet to avoid drama.
#MeTooAgain
Also, I have never, at any size, had any trouble getting good looking men. I have dozens of men, both IRL and some online too pining for me ATM... so there all you fat-girl-haters!