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Originally Posted by sylvie

The other night, walking home from an OA meeting, a man attempted to attack me..

As i came to the corner and started to turn, he stepped out and pushed me against the building with his arm across my chest, holding me tight so i could barely breathe.. He kept yelling in my face, and i could barely understand him..i remember trembling, and thinking what do i do.

In any situation i feel threatened in, my first instinct is to kick.. i have strong legs, and given the chance i kick like a mule.. He was pressed hard against me, yet i managed to lift my leg enough to get my foot on him and push him off me, i admit i was aiming for his nuts, but whatever worked at that point.

Once i pushed him a bit off me, i grabbed my bag full of recovery books, and swung with all my might, connecting my bag to the back of his neck/head and i screamed while doing so, and took off running... Once i got myself to a more open and populated area, i turned and was ready to take him on again if need be, i was seriously ready to kick his ass i think...Not sure where it all came from, but he had ran in the other direction..

Once i got home, after calling the police, etc....i had my meltdown followed by a hot shower and Daddy helped calm me down.. The upset doesn't hit me until i am safe, i was scared, SO scared...

And be darn if that jerk will make me paranoid and scared to walk like i do.. i am happy that i 'can' defend myself now, and very happy that he wasn't behind me when i turned back around. The last couple of days, i have been petrified at every corner i turn. i have been looking over my shoulder and glaring at every passerby.. i don't want to be this way!

But seriously, counting my blessings that he didn't get whatever he was after, and that i wasn't hurt..that's what counts..
(well okay, that AND the fact i clobbered him with recovery books!!)

Wow, Sister. Good job. Glad your instincts kicked in.