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[ashlyme]

Saturday would have just been the usual pleasant night of seeing John if it hadn't been for what happened ten minutes from the flat. I was walking back with my headphones in and nearing the canal when some guy stopped me. I thought he was asking for a lighter; I took out my headphones and then he jabbed his hand into the inside pocket of my jacket, taking out my mobile. He was laughing. I screamed at him not to touch me or my stuff and he dropped the phone on the ground. Walked off, still laughing; there might have been a sarcastic sorry, mate but I was past caring. It was over in less than a minute, there was no violence offered, but my space was violated; I have spent most of today shaking. I got back in, melted down on Facebook and burst into tears. Took cybermule 's advice and took a walk around Edgbaston Reservoir, this afternoon but that was difficult. I could sit and watch the birds (a brace of swans; young gulls still in their early plumage, the colour of slush). Everyone who passed me felt to me as if they could attack in a moment. I flinched away from anyone who even glanced my way. I got back then had an afternoon of shakes and gut-grimness. If I could get a refund for most of this weekend I'd take it.

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[sovay]

It was over in less than a minute, there was no violence offered, but my space was violated; I have spent most of today shaking.

*hugs*

It's not a punch in the face, but it's not not violent to demonstrate to someone that you can get up close and personal with them faster than they can stop you. It's not neutral. I was going to write, "I am sorry that someone was that way with you," but in fact I hate it.

I hope the birds treat you well.

[ashlyme]

*hugs*

Thank you! The birds did.