((((((((((WePow))))))))))

My son's pitching coach was hitting on me last summer...it was AWFUL. I felt trapped and confused and had no idea how to handle it. I called T and left what had to be the stupidest message ever...

And just a couple of months before that, I was driving, and I looked over and these creepy guys in a truck next to me were checking me out and whistling and stuff. Another stupid message to T.

I feel like I am always on display, even in jeans, and tshirts and no make up (which is how I dress), and I ****ING HATE IT.

And I REALLY hate that I don't know how to handle those situations. In the whole fight/flight/freeze response, I just freeze. Or maybe go somewhere else in my head. But I don't know how to respond, or to fight back.

You did a good job. You told him to back off, you called T to process it, you are writing about it here. All of that is big, and good. I wish I had that kind of strength. I really, really do.

T won't be mad, WePow.