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My experiences of minor sexual assault will stay with me forever


by IMAGE
17th Oct 2019

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Sometimes, regardless of how we think we’ll react in a situation, we’re caught off guard. Eithne Shorthall looks back on a moment when fear and shock stopped her from confronting an offender head-on, and says a victim’s silence doesn’t mean such moments don’t leave an indelible mark. This is her experience of minor sexual assault


A few years ago, I was getting a late bus home from Belfast to Dublin. It was a summer night, coming up on midnight, and the bus was as sparsely populated as you’d expect at that hour.

Sitting with my back against the window, I had my feet up on the adjacent seat, knees pulled into me. I was wearing a loose, knee-length summer dress and I guess the material had ridden up on my thigh slightly. But I wasn’t thinking about that; I was sitting on my own and I was engrossed in a book.

At some point, a glint of light caught the corner of my eye and I looked up from the page to see some sort of device sticking out from between the two seats in front of me. I got such a fright that I instinctively kicked my feet into the air, dropping my book.

From the seat in front there was a thud as the device – a smartphone – also dropped to the ground. I looked down and saw that the camera was recording. The man sitting in front of me – the one I’d heard on the phone at the start of the journey, trying to book a Dublin Docklands hotel for the night – had been filming up my skirt.

Shock takes over

At this point, I should have gathered all my belongings, marched up to the driver and made a song and dance until the amateur filmmaker was, at the very least, suitably embarrassed or, ideally, ejected from the bus.

I should have demanded to see the footage, demanded he delete it, I should have told him what an absolute disgrace he was.

The next day, I should have rang his employers; he’d mentioned the accountancy firm he worked for when making his hotel booking – he’d also given his surname.

“I sat there in shame and silence, my body vibrating slightly, as I tried to calm my heartbeat.”

All of this is what I should have done. It’s what I’d advise someone else to do. It’s what I’d previously have assumed I would do. However, none of this is what I actually did.

Instead, I gathered my belongings, limbs shaking, and hurried to the back of the bus. I sat there in shame and silence, my body vibrating slightly, as I tried to calm my heartbeat.

At the next stop, which was still many miles from where I was going, I got off the bus. I said nothing. I disembarked at Dublin Airport without a word and, when the bus pulled away again, I started to shake properly. It was probably 1 am. I got a taxi home – paying more than I had for the bus ticket – and I never did another thing about it.

Lasting impact

I wrote the incident off. He hadn’t hurt me. He hadn’t touched me, in fact. It was no big deal. Yet the memory lingered. For years, at the most illogical moments, it would pop into my head and my whole body would freeze. It was when I tried to tell it in the pub one night as a funny story and nobody laughed that I realised it wasn’t funny.

I was thinking about this incident and a myriad like it when writing Three Little Truths. I wanted to write, in part, about the minor sexual assaults, the commonplace infringements on our bodies and sense of security that women tend to accept as part and parcel of being alive.

We accept them and, perhaps as a form of survival, we dismiss them. I didn’t want to write about serious sexual assault. Thankfully, I have no personal experience of abuse on that end of the spectrum, nor do I have any desire to put it on the page. And while I hope to make the reader think, I am also aiming to write an enjoyable reading experience.

Suck it up

Three Little Truths is about three women who find themselves moving onto the same Dublin cul-de-sac within the space of a year. They’ve all relocated for different reasons, but it is the arrival of Martha and her family that really gets the neighbours talking.

They appear overnight, in a cloud of mystery, and answers aren’t forthcoming. As the story progresses, we learn that Martha’s family were the victims of a traumatic event; yet it is not the overall event that leaves the greatest mark or her teenage daughter Sinéad, but the minor sexual assault that happens as part of it.

Just like me on the bus that night, Sinéad doesn’t react as logic might expect. She becomes fiercely angry and determined to right the world, and her explosion of emotion creates unexpected difficulties for the local school and her family.

Though nobody tells her directly to suck it up and just put up with it, that is what is implied. Martha knows that what happened to her daughter was wrong, but she also believes, as a woman who has been alive for many more years, that this is part of being female.

Accepting minor sexual assaults

The novel also draws on a real event, a news story from last year about a “rape list” that appeared on the back door of a toilet stall door in the boys’ bathroom at a mixed secondary school in Cork.

The list said that the girl whose name had the most ticks beside it would be raped. It became a national news story. I found myself thinking how it might feel to have your name on that list, how the school might react and what sort of reasons might lie behind someone writing it.

This works its way into the overall story and raises much the same questions as those around how we classify, compartmentalise and accept minor sexual assaults.

“I am not the kind of person who says nothing, and yet there it is… It’s not always as simple as speaking up.”

In writing this book, I thought about how my trip to Skellig Michael was ruined when the boatman “helping” me onboard ran his hand across my ass. I thought about the time a stranger in a pub put his hand up my skirt. I thought about that incident on the bus. And I thought about how, every time, I said nothing. I am not the kind of person who says nothing, and yet there it is.

It’s not always as simple as speaking up. You don’t have to sacrifice your sense of security further just because someone made a victim of you in the first place. These little things happen all the time and we’re fine, we get on with it.

I just want to acknowledge that they’re wrong. Silence doesn’t render them acceptable or incidental. With Three Little Truths, I’m letting it be known that they leave their mark.

Eithne Shortall is a journalist and author of Love in Row 27 and Grace After Henry. Her third novel, Three Little Truths (Corvus, approx €14), is out now.

This article was originally published in the October edition of IMAGE Magazine.

Photo by Dan Botan on Unsplash


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