WePow, I want to offer you some support in standing up for yourself in an obviously uncomfortable (to say the least) situation, and that I also don't think your therapist will hate you. I don't have the experience with therapy that others have, but during my limited time in therapy, my therapist expressed discernible disappointment with some of my choices, a feeling I definitely did not like, but it came from a place of concern and hopefulness in him. We debated at those times, but I never once thought he hated me. Was he annoyed with me? Yeah, possibly--but he remained the caring human he was and still is.

So many great guys out there, and there are, and I manage to bump into the creepy variety all too often myself. The guys at the bus stop who cannot keep their inappropriate comments to themselves, the guys in stores who do not understand the concept of waiting a moment so you can pass or excusing themselves so there's room for all in the cereal aisle, the guys in nearby cars and trucks (as treehouse mentioned) who like to think my body is a platter of crudites from which they can pick with their eyes. It's beyond frustrating, and can make a little, everyday task turn into a disaster. I call the creeps on it almost every time, and when I don't, I regret not having taken some action. One guy friend tried defending this behavior to me, and I had to tell him to his face that his argument was a load of rubbish. "This is what goes on in guys' minds," he'd said, to which I replied, "It's all well and good when it's within the confines of their minds. It's up to the person thinking it to mitigate the thought and realize they're dealing with another HUMAN BEING if they decide to act on it." No free pass there, I'm afraid.

Stand up for yourself whenever and wherever you deem you must, WePow. You deserve your space when you're out in the world, and you deserve to be treated with dignity and respect.