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Mar. 16th, 2004 01:27 amOkay, so I'm freaking out just a little bit.
Tomorrow night J. can't walk me home from work. It'll be the first time since I was attacked that I'll be going anywhere downtown at night by myself, and I'm scared. I'd managed to convince myself that I wasn't, that I could do it, but now that I'm getting closer to the moment, I just feel sick and shaky. I know it's irrational--I mean, one incident in almost an entire decade of waiting at bus stops in sketchy areas is not that bad. And it isn't as though I was hurt all that badly--just frightened, mostly.
Still.
This sucks.
Tomorrow night J. can't walk me home from work. It'll be the first time since I was attacked that I'll be going anywhere downtown at night by myself, and I'm scared. I'd managed to convince myself that I wasn't, that I could do it, but now that I'm getting closer to the moment, I just feel sick and shaky. I know it's irrational--I mean, one incident in almost an entire decade of waiting at bus stops in sketchy areas is not that bad. And it isn't as though I was hurt all that badly--just frightened, mostly.
Still.
This sucks.
