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Woman Who Was Openly M@sturbated By Indian Men Reveals Something Heart-Wrenching
However, she didn't let it stir her or her future adventures!
"A few days ago, I was sitting at a bus stop in Mumbai, India. The local guy that I had paid no particular attention to moved closer. From the corner of my eye to my horror, I realized that he had pulled out his p@nis and was m@sturbating, staring intently at me. I felt sick."
These are the words of Lucy Hemmings, a British blogger student who settled in Mumbai, India. Before being 26, she traveled at least half of the world and had spent many years in India. She shared her experiences while traveling in India and wasn't shy to mention the two incidents when she was 'masturbated' and that too in public.
Read the story of this brave girl, what she has to say about the incident and how she didn't let it stir her or her future adventures.
"I was 23, and it was my first trip to a developing country. Along the way, I'd met an Australian girl, Gemma. We were wandering through Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ashram (Or "The Beatles Ashram" to you and I) in the northern town of Rishikesh, when I spotted a man, hiding in the bushes watching us and wa@nking. My horror quickly turned to hysterical laughter; Gemma and I screamed profanities, laughed, pointed and threw rocks at him. Laughing empowered me; I felt we sent a very clear message that we weren't intimidated by him and that we thought he was pathetic."
"It was because of this that the next time a man m@sturbated in front of me (I was traveling alone at this point and in a train station) I felt perfectly comfortable laughing as loudly as I could, catching the attention of every person in that station, screaming; LOOK AT THIS DISGUSTING MAN! WITH HIS TINY P@NIS OUT! HOW EMBARRASSING!
The man skulked off, I laughed for a while and that was it, I spent no more time thinking about it."
"Fast forward three years and to the man a few days ago. I'm not entirely sure why I felt so different, and why this time affected me so much. Obviously, I'm a few years older and an ounce or so more careful, but I still feel like I'm the same free-spirited and optimistic person, why was this experience so difficult for me? For days afterward, I was nervous walking anywhere on my own, I stopped making eye contact at anyone in the street, and I started carrying a pocket knife. I only ate in busy restaurants, sitting near families with children and I stopped smiling at any men, even the familiar faces of men who ran the guesthouse I was staying in.
After much, much deliberation and analysis of my own feelings, I realized I was angry for three reasons."
"I LOVE that I'm a girl. I love that if an opportunity comes my way, then rarely do I think through the reasons why I shouldn't; I say yes and I pack my bags. I follow my heart, but I listen to my head. I love that I have so many stories. My adventurous and curious nature is something I hold so dearly as a part of who I am, but I felt like this disgusting, pervert of a man had snatched it away from me. For the three days following that experience, I have very little to talk about. I kept myself to myself and questioned decisions I had made in the past. Was I stupid to have taken what I would now call a risk?"
"In fact, chances are, if you've ever been to India, you'll have bumped into at least one traveler who has experienced this sort of behavior, or heard of someone else who it has happened to. I've spent countless hours with other travelers picking apart why men do it; why they seem to think it's okay, why dignity seems to disappear when there's foreign female flesh on show."
"I decided to put some feelers out for other people with similar experiences. I put up a message on a Travel Blogging Community I belong to, asking if people had ever had comparable encounters. When I logged in the next day, I was horrified to see that it was happening to people every day.
One girl, Aleah Phils' (Of Solitary Wanderer) experience stood out the most to me; she was repeatedly gr@ped during Holi festival in Varanasi, India, and had learned that this type of harassment actually has a name - Eve Teasing. Yes, Eve as in Adam and Eve, referring to the 'temptress nature of Eve', and disturbingly placing responsibility on the woman as the tease. After I read her blog post, I could only imagine how horrible this was for her."
"After I had gone through the three reasons why I had felt so frustrated, I felt slightly better. It seems knowledge really is power. The support from others that had similar experiences helped too (In a slightly depressing sort of way!). But in short, I think I just made a conscious decision not to allow this man to take who I am as a person. As I said before, I love smiling at people. Why should I be made to stop now? There are far, far more incredible adventures that have come from smiling than horrible ones like this."
Courtesy: LucySmilesAway
However, she didn't let it stir her or her future adventures!
"A few days ago, I was sitting at a bus stop in Mumbai, India. The local guy that I had paid no particular attention to moved closer. From the corner of my eye to my horror, I realized that he had pulled out his p@nis and was m@sturbating, staring intently at me. I felt sick."
These are the words of Lucy Hemmings, a British blogger student who settled in Mumbai, India. Before being 26, she traveled at least half of the world and had spent many years in India. She shared her experiences while traveling in India and wasn't shy to mention the two incidents when she was 'masturbated' and that too in public.
Read the story of this brave girl, what she has to say about the incident and how she didn't let it stir her or her future adventures.
"I was 23, and it was my first trip to a developing country. Along the way, I'd met an Australian girl, Gemma. We were wandering through Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Ashram (Or "The Beatles Ashram" to you and I) in the northern town of Rishikesh, when I spotted a man, hiding in the bushes watching us and wa@nking. My horror quickly turned to hysterical laughter; Gemma and I screamed profanities, laughed, pointed and threw rocks at him. Laughing empowered me; I felt we sent a very clear message that we weren't intimidated by him and that we thought he was pathetic."
"It was because of this that the next time a man m@sturbated in front of me (I was traveling alone at this point and in a train station) I felt perfectly comfortable laughing as loudly as I could, catching the attention of every person in that station, screaming; LOOK AT THIS DISGUSTING MAN! WITH HIS TINY P@NIS OUT! HOW EMBARRASSING!
The man skulked off, I laughed for a while and that was it, I spent no more time thinking about it."
"Fast forward three years and to the man a few days ago. I'm not entirely sure why I felt so different, and why this time affected me so much. Obviously, I'm a few years older and an ounce or so more careful, but I still feel like I'm the same free-spirited and optimistic person, why was this experience so difficult for me? For days afterward, I was nervous walking anywhere on my own, I stopped making eye contact at anyone in the street, and I started carrying a pocket knife. I only ate in busy restaurants, sitting near families with children and I stopped smiling at any men, even the familiar faces of men who ran the guesthouse I was staying in.
After much, much deliberation and analysis of my own feelings, I realized I was angry for three reasons."
"I LOVE that I'm a girl. I love that if an opportunity comes my way, then rarely do I think through the reasons why I shouldn't; I say yes and I pack my bags. I follow my heart, but I listen to my head. I love that I have so many stories. My adventurous and curious nature is something I hold so dearly as a part of who I am, but I felt like this disgusting, pervert of a man had snatched it away from me. For the three days following that experience, I have very little to talk about. I kept myself to myself and questioned decisions I had made in the past. Was I stupid to have taken what I would now call a risk?"
"In fact, chances are, if you've ever been to India, you'll have bumped into at least one traveler who has experienced this sort of behavior, or heard of someone else who it has happened to. I've spent countless hours with other travelers picking apart why men do it; why they seem to think it's okay, why dignity seems to disappear when there's foreign female flesh on show."
"I decided to put some feelers out for other people with similar experiences. I put up a message on a Travel Blogging Community I belong to, asking if people had ever had comparable encounters. When I logged in the next day, I was horrified to see that it was happening to people every day.
One girl, Aleah Phils' (Of Solitary Wanderer) experience stood out the most to me; she was repeatedly gr@ped during Holi festival in Varanasi, India, and had learned that this type of harassment actually has a name - Eve Teasing. Yes, Eve as in Adam and Eve, referring to the 'temptress nature of Eve', and disturbingly placing responsibility on the woman as the tease. After I read her blog post, I could only imagine how horrible this was for her."
"After I had gone through the three reasons why I had felt so frustrated, I felt slightly better. It seems knowledge really is power. The support from others that had similar experiences helped too (In a slightly depressing sort of way!). But in short, I think I just made a conscious decision not to allow this man to take who I am as a person. As I said before, I love smiling at people. Why should I be made to stop now? There are far, far more incredible adventures that have come from smiling than horrible ones like this."
Courtesy: LucySmilesAway
