Trigger warning: this post includes a first person account of sexual assault. It may be distressing for some readers.
On Thursday night, radio personality, Mel Greig, was assaulted in a cab after a night of drinking.
In this very personal and vulnerable piece, Mel describes the attack and the shame and guilt that so many women feel after an assault….
I am writing this through squinted eyes and a throbbing head . . . a feeling that most of us have encountered at some stage of our lives, the dreaded hangover. But with my hangover also comes feelings of regret, violation and embarrassment.
Last night I had too many drinks and this nearly cost me gravely. I found myself in a situation that could have been avoided had I followed my rules. Last night I had an encounter with an inappropriate taxi driver. He touched me. I can still hear his disgusting moans and can’t get rid of the feeling of him touching me.
I’ve often thought about what I would do if ever faced with this situation, you hear some horrible stories of women being attacked and it sickens me. I don’t want to call it sexual assault, I feel that takes away the seriousness of other assaults that have had far worse outcomes for the victims.
It was an absolute violation of my rights as a woman and as a passenger just trying to get home safely, his inappropriate behaviour was out of line and he needs to know that it’s NOT OK. It is not ok to touch my leg, it is not ok to ask for a hug when I’m trying to get inside my house and it is not ok to moan and rub my body.
I need to take responsibility too though, we need to remember to take responsible steps if we are going to drink. I ALWAYS sit behind the driver, it’s the safest spot to try and avoid an attack. I ALWAYS take a photo of their license and send it to a friend or to my husband. I ALWAYS remember the taxi company because I ALWAYS book the taxi so there is a record. I broke all of my rules last night.
I sat in the front seat, I didn’t take a photo, I hailed the taxi and I didn’t bother to check the company. For that I have regret and I’m ashamed at myself for not taking more care and for having that 5th wine and only 1 canapé at the function . . . and for letting my guard down, I highly doubt the taxi driver would have attempted what he did had he known I had his details.