“Oh my goodness, am I really going to be another rape statistic?” The thought flashed through my mind as I struggled with the hideous monster in front of me, clutching his strong hands on my dress and attempting to pull down my panty. This could not be happening to me, I thought, but of course it was. As we struggled, I used all of the power in me to bite him on the thigh. While overcome with the pain and shock he let go of my panty. This was my one cue to get away, and I did. I escaped and survived what could have been my worst nightmare.
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I decided to share this story with others and a colleague of mine who disclosed she had just recently bought a pepper spray to guard against perpetrators that sought to harm her. “I don’t think it is going to be of much help,” I softly said to myself hoping she would not hear but she did and probed me to explain further what I meant by that statement. “It will not be of much help because the violent sexual perpetrators are often the people you least expect. They are the people you trust and would never imagine capable. Hence you tend to ignore having a pepper spray while around them.” I explained.