A few years ago, I was in a car park, trying to get some clothes on when a guy started walking towards me.
It was about six or seven in the afternoon, so I was not dressed as a young man, but as an 80s woman.
He walked up behind me, grabbed my arm and whispered: ‘Are you dressed as an old woman?’
He did not know me and I was dressed as one of his own.
The fact that he thought I was an 80ies fashionista was quite baffling.
He then walked on.
The next thing I knew, he was grabbing me by the hair and asking me if I wanted a hug.
This was not the first time he had done this, but it was not something I expected to happen.
My first instinct was to walk away, but I thought I would be OK if I went with him.
I have never had a confrontation with a stranger before.
It’s not something that happens very often.
So I decided to follow him, and it was actually quite a good decision.
As I started to hug him, he started talking about his career as a DJ and how much he loved 80s fashion.
He told me that I would always be remembered as the one dressed as the 80s girl and that it was my destiny to be the one.
So, as he started to walk towards me, I went for him.
He asked me if we were ready to get out of the car, but before I could answer, I saw him coming towards me again.
I felt a little awkward because he was a young and beautiful man.
I asked him to leave me alone, but he refused and kept grabbing me.
I said ‘no way’.
I wanted to go with him and he replied: ‘Oh, you are my friend, so you can do what you want.’
I was shocked.
What kind of man is this?
After all, he had never touched me before, so he did not seem like a normal person to me.
But I had no idea that he was an old man.
It made me feel embarrassed and I started crying.
I told him that I wanted him to go away and I would try to apologise to him.
But he said: ‘No, I can’t leave you alone’.
He then turned around and tried to grab me by my hair.
When he did, I could feel the tension between us rising.
The two of us were staring at each other for a long time and I realised that I was very close to breaking down.
I had to say something.
I was trying to talk to him, but my voice was getting weak.
He was wearing a white shirt, so it was difficult to make out the words.
I tried to tell him that he had a good job, but his response was ‘No one cares’.
The conversation turned to a lot of different topics, but when he started telling me about the DJ he had been working with, I realised I could not bring myself to talk about him anymore.
I just kept looking at him.
When I started trying to explain to him why I had been looking at his back for so long, he said that I should not talk about DJing anymore.
Then, as we got out of our car, he looked back at me and asked: ‘Is this how you want to be remembered?’
I was a bit surprised, but at the same time, I felt that it wasn’t right.
I still loved him, so why was he telling me that?
I could hear the anger in his voice and I wanted the two of them to leave the car together, so we could talk.
But they refused.
I then felt completely embarrassed.
I decided that I had got to the point where I had had enough.
I wanted my friend to go.
I also wanted to tell my mum about this, so that she would not be angry with me.
So what happened next?
I had a panic attack.
I started telling my mum and she came and found me.
When she saw me lying there on the floor, she said: “You need to take care of yourself, I don’t want you to have a panic reaction.”
So, I spent a lot more time in the hospital and was finally able to walk again.
But when I was brought back to reality, I still felt embarrassed and scared.
It had not happened before.
But it didn’t stop me from being determined to change my appearance.
I went to my local beauty salon and had my makeup done.
I thought that it would be a good chance to show that I could still look like an 80-year-old woman, so my mum encouraged me to wear makeup again.
My mom was right, but not everyone is as lucky as I was.
A few months ago, the doctor told me to undergo a liposuction.
I got to know the procedure, and I had hoped that it could save my life.
But, unfortunately, it did not work. It