You can’t prepare for that… Kara’s story

I’d heard horror stories of this kind of thing happening on public transit before, but it had never happened to me personally until that night.

I was on my way to see a friend’s Christmas play, and I had one more stop to go. The train car I was in had emptied a little bit at each stop, and no one new had gotten on for about three stops. I was sitting near the doors on the left side of the train car. As the train started moving toward Granville (my stop) I heard a noise coming from the row of seats on the other side of the doors to the right.

I looked up, and there was one other passenger. A man in his 50’s, MASTURBATING. He had his hand inside his pants, and was gyrating in the seat, and moving his knees in and out, opening and closing them. He was staring at me.

I was paralyzed. I didn’t know what to do. I was so in shock I almost missed when the train reached Granville and stopped. Once the doors opened, I almost flew off the train and down the stairs as fast as possible.

Afterwards, my friends told me I should have punched him, kicked his balls, reacted with some kind of physical aggression. I just wanted to get off the train and away from him. It’s hard to react when you find yourself in such a disgusting situation. It’s not like I expect to become someone’s living porn when I get on the train every day.
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