Mommy's Mental Health Chapter 102 part 2: The Taxi The Train and the Trench Coat Stalkers

I realized I left so many experiences out of yesterday's post. As @RosemaryMolteno said, there is enough for a whole book.

The post I made yesterday was about men I knew. And not all of them either. Todays post is about experiences I had from strangers.

The Trench Coat Stalker:

There was a man that used to follow me from Cavendish square to the train station, pretending to be a "Boss Model" recruiter. He tried for months to convince me to come to his apartment to take photographs of me in my underwear. I don't know of he was part of a sex trafficking circle or he just intended to do me harm on his own, but the level of slime that emanated from his being was enough to make me choke. At first I was flattered, then reality set in and I realised what was happening. Being taught to be a quiet and polite girl, I tried to ask him to go away nicely. He did not listen. Eventually, I just changed my route and I never saw him again. I was 12/13 years old, and always in my junior school uniform.

The Train:

There was a time when a person could "safely" travel on our public transport system. I remember taking the train, on my own, to visit my friend in Simon's Town. A man jumped into the train window, jerked of, and then when he had finished, he jumped out of the window again. Although he did not touch me, I felt violated, ashamed and disgusted.

The Taxi

I was in my later teens and once again, trusting the public transport system, was planning to take a train from the city centre to Claremont to meet another dear friend. We had grown up without a car, and my mother had trained us well, to avoid danger. The number ne rule was to never get into a Taxi alone. This time I did. I didn;t think about it and I was in a hurry. There were so many red flags that I didn't pay attention to, like the taxi was empty, save the driver and two men at the back. I knew I was in trouble when the taxi sped off and the men locked the door and started laughing. Luckily for me, by some miracle, another taxi driver witnessed what was happening, jumped behind the wheel of his taxi and barricaded the way out. He then forced the door open and pulled me out to safety. If it hadn't been for him, I probably wouldn't be here today.