Asking for it.
Last night I had a horrible dream. I encountered a creepy coworker from a past job. He had joined the company I currently work for. I pretended I wasn’t disguised by this person and tried to befriend him.
We sat together. Small talking. Shoulder to shoulder. I felt a tap on my left boob. I keep going with the conversation. I felt it again. Odd. It took the third time for me to realize he was touching my boob/nip when I looked away. My lack of peripheral was his opportunity. I jumped up and screamed at this guy. I made a big scene. Most people around me were instantly on my side. I stormed out of the room.
I walked away from the situation with a female coworker. She tried to calm me down. She tried to explain to me, that had I worn a bra under my white button up, I wouldn’t have been molested. I looked down and sure enough. I was bra-less. The blouse had light fabric. I was humiliated. And pissed. And I woke up.
I woke up thinking I asked for it. I woke up thinking I had crossed the line with my work attire. I woke up thinking it was my fault.
Assault. I woke up assaulted.
It was just a dream.