A man selling stuff on the street groped my breasts and genital area several times while telling me that he wasn’t the kind of bad person who would do something like that, in broad daylight.

I felt naive and stupid for being in that situation, and worse for the fact that it was during the day on the street and people just ignored what was happening, like I was just stupid enough to get myself into that situation.

He even gave me something he made, which I held onto for years, because I felt guilty and was unsure if this was okay or not. I feel so much shame still about this incident. It’s been over 10 years. A couple of people (including my therapist) have tried to tell me it’s not my fault and I know intellectually it isn’t but I still can’t shake the feeling that it was.