While obviously pregnant, I got off the A train and a guy threw me against a wall and spat in my eye, right at the height of the pandemic. It was broad daylight and crowded, and no one did anything, and it really just sucked. He said, “oh, you’re pregnant?” Then pulled me close and spat. I have to go to that stop for my job and every time I go I’m actively working to keep calm and it’s hard.
I have a little girl now, and every day I think about how at some point, something will happen to her, and there’s nothing I can do. Someone will touch her, or say something to her, maybe worse, and it feels inevitable.