Everything Women Have To Go Through Everyday That A Man Has No Idea Of
It’s morning, but you already feel a little tired.
Do you know? Yeah, that kind of feeling.
You get out of your home and lock the door with as many key turns as you can.
Once you’re outdoor, you start walking, maybe with earphones in your ears, listening to your favorite playlist.
While walking, you pass by the supermarket to reach the metro station near your house.
There are some construction workers smoking beside the construction site right in front of the supermarket, on the edge of the sidewalk you’re walking on.
For the first time today, you start hearing that little voice in the back of your head, murmuring “be careful”.
You, almost unconsciously, distance yourself from them as much as possible, and pick up your pace. You know they’re looking at you, even if you’re keeping your eyes down, avoiding theirs.
You feel their filthy eyes on you. You feel naked, even if it’s winter and you’re covered head to toe like a shapeless bundle dressed in thick, heavy clothes.
You keep walking, trying not to let that feeling of disgust ruin your mood for the day, or scare you.
You get on the metro train and manage to find a seat. The wagon is really full, and everyone is going to work. So, no problem.
You get to the building you work at and reach your workspace.
After a couple of hours, you go to the vending machine in the hall to grab some coffee with your female co-worker. She rambles about how it takes longer for her than for her boyfriend’s to get ready in the morning, because she has to do her skincare routine, do her makeup and hair, fix breakfast for both of them, and do the bed.
You internally roll your eyes. The two of you get back to work.
While at lunch, you chat with some other colleagues, men, and women, while you’re all eating. At some point, the conversation rolls around the fact that, recently, the concept of catcalling has been making headlines.
The majority of your co-workers think that it all is nothing but an exaggeration, that the so-called “catcalling” is something that always existed, and how the hell do people expect men to approach women?
You internally scream. You look for the right words to use and, once you’ve found them, try to intervene, but the conversation already shifted to another topic. You finish your lunch.
Your working day is over, and the semi-darkness you see outside your window gives you semi-inexplicable chills down your neck, and you know it’s not for the cold that you will find outside. You know what that’s about, don’t you?
You get out of the building, have chills, and put your hands in your pockets. You rush to the metro station and take the first train.
Once again, the wagon is full, and this immediately calms you down. It’s five in the afternoon, after all, so it’s filled with people that just got off of work.
You get out of the metro station near your house and start walking, hoping that the construction site has, by now, closed up. It has not.
You, once again, pick up your pace and distance yourself from the construction workers, but this time, incited and fueled by the dark, they talk to you.
They yell things in your direction. You know what kind of things.
They whistle. They say they remember you from this morning.
You’re almost home, and you make those last steps in a rush, almost running.
You open the door and enter your home. You lock it back behind you, light up all of the lights, and sit on the couch for a moment.
Then, you take off your clothes, take a shower and wash the day off.
After dinner, you decide to watch a movie. You attentively select it, start to watch it, and begin to relax and chill out. But, at some point, something about sexual abuse pops up in the plot, and maybe, just maybe, if you have experienced something even remotely similar to sexual assault or molestation in the past, “that” makes you uncomfortable. To the point that you can’t enjoy the movie anymore, to the point that you can’t enjoy your night anymore, maybe even to the point that you have to turn off the movie, and choose another one, or even go to bed and try to forget, once again.
Eventually, you go to bed and pull your sheets over your nose, even over your eyes, even if it’s one hundred degrees, because, otherwise, someone or something could grab you.
Because someone could always, always, grab you.
Always, and anywhere.
© Francesca Dallaglio, 2021
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