HistoryloverSenior Contributor
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Hello everyone. I had a wonderful day on Saturday - the kind of day, which for me, indicates that it is too good to be true and will soon, once again, crash. Still I lived in hopes - but it hasn't lasted.
From the outset I had had difficulty with a member who was making me feel very uncomfortable. He was constantly approaching me, touching me when it was most inappropriate and merely for the sake of touching me, singing to me, and innuendo was part of his conversation kit. He failed to respond to my social cues which should have indicated to him that he was overstepping.
There is friendly and there is overly, uncomfortably friendly. There is touching and there is unnecessary, inappropriate touching.
I approached a senior member as I didn't know how to manage the matter. I hadn't intended that it be taken further. I just didn't know how to handle the months-long situation and needed his help. Now, it seems, all the men have been discussing the matter between themselves - and guess who is the villain again? Me. The behaviour is seen as normal to them because they want to go on getting away with it, and dealing with it changes the game. So much easier just to continue being pals amd make me the villain.
It seems now that I may be the recipient of constant touching to convince me that it is normal behaviour. It isn't. I'm already feeling battered.
The companion of the person I took my concern to had also expressed the same experiences, and he had agreed with me that it needed to be dealt with. Not to his own discomfort, it would seem. Far better just to bond themselves into a tight unit who need to maintain the status quo than do the right thing by a woman who is a newcomer.
The new club calls itself the 'friendly club'. And it now seems that to convince me his conduct was normal - just 'friendly', I am being touched by as many people as stop by. I feel like the dog in the childhood game of 'we all pat the dog'. It is ridiculous.
It seems that many men just don't know how to relate to women as people with a shared interest. I can see that I will be driven out of the club by people who will now constantly touch me for that very purpose.
I seem to wear a sign which indicates that I am the group's target. That the minute I arrive they see me as the common target which will bond them together in a common pursuit.
I have lost all trust for people.