Has anyone had a horrific massage experience besides me?
All of this Kavanaugh stuff is bringing up memories I’m not that fond of. The massage happened when I was forty. My kids were 17 and 13. I thought I was old.
My back went totally out that year when we were on vacation visiting my parents in Palm Springs. “Get a massage,” my husband suggested.
The only massage therapist was male and I said I didn’t care. I just needed some relief.
It all started fine. He was very strong and could get at my tangled muscles.
Then he said, “I can’t believe you’re forty. Your body is perfect.”
I should have heard the warning bell clanging “DANGER” but again I say, I thought I was old so I ignored the comment.
A few minutes later, he had pushed his body so close to my side that I could feel his erection.
That caused all kinds of alarms to go off. What the hell? I thought and scooted towards the center of the table. I tried to be subtle about it, nice girl that I am. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
He moved to the head of the table–it was not good. This kind of thing continued until I was scared to death. “Just let this be over,” I said to myself.
I didn’t know what to do. Now I would have said, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get out of here.” Then I started praying that my husband would come to meet me.
Which he did. The massage was over and I was standing in the room (I have no recollection of what the room looked like or what I was wearing, etc. ) when I heard my husband’s hearty voice at the door. I’ve never been happier to hear him because the massage therapist had just told me to hug him.
I was a well brought up, polite woman. WHO DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO STAND UP FOR MYSELF. I needed my husband to rescue me.
And again I felt guilty. What was the matter with me that things like this happened? What was I doing wrong?
Did I report this man? I thought about it but I didn’t. That’s what I did wrong.
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