I’m so sorry. I wish it wasn’t a thing at all, but I guess for some of us it is. hugs

Being grabbed by a man my first two weeks in Japan. Not just a boob squeeze, but a full body grab from behind. Being no stranger to travel in Asia, I was extra modestly dressed … and it still happened. Probably just bad luck in the apparent safest country, or so I’m told. The experience made me feel I’d never truly be safe here as a woman. I’m not a temporary expat. This is something I have to live with. I always look over my shoulder now and if I’m shopping alone I stay aisles away from any men shopping alone. Since that incident there have been other milder ones. Thank goodness I’m getting older and fatter , both should be a deterrent to creeps.

It’s the thing that shocked me the most. Shortly after I moved abroad, everyone acted like I died or ceased to exist. Out of sight out of mind or something. I’m sorry you’re going through this. It’s been several years for me, so I’m almost accustomed to it.

In Japan one of many confusing things: Not being able to take credit for something accomplished. All the false humility we’re supposed to project. Disapproving looks I get when I accidentally compliment myself or congratulate myself… even jokingly. Not even being allowed to say something I cooked was delicious, without being made to feel like I’m a jerk somehow.