When I was in college, we often laughed in our discussions about sexual disorders. Yesterday, I realized that it is not, in any way, a laughing matter.
I was from Taylay, a textile store downtown of Iloilo. I rode the jeepney to Robinson’s Mall to eat lunch. I wasn’t the only passenger, a man got on the jeepney and sat on the other side but not directly in front of me. I was looking on my side when the jeepney stopped and I chanced a glance on his legs wide open. He was touching himself with his left hand and he was only wearing shorts without underwear. In other words, yes, I saw his balls.
I wanted to jump off the jeepney right there and then but when it stopped, another woman got on and sat beside the man. He was holding his bag with his right hand while holding the jeepney’s rails and I saw him glancing at me from time to time. I was scared and I wanted to cry.
Clearly, it can be considered as sexual abuse. Now that I think of it, I remember that I swallowed a lot the whole time. But I could not move until he finally got off. I think I couldn’t even let out a voice that time. When he got off, I texted my friend and I also shared this to my mother when I got home.
As a nurse, I just told myself to get over it as the man is actually sick. I read about exhibitionism and it saddens me to think that maybe the man does that in front of more strangers, women who are clueless that they are being sexually abused.
Do people who have sexual disorders also submit themselves to rehabilitation? Or do they and the people around them just live with it?