I got verbally assaulted on public transportation yesterday. Lasted around 5-7 minutes; unhinged (& likely unhoused) dude went off bc I gave him a low key
how you doin' as a I slid past him on the bus. He was already experiencing psychosis, getting himself worked up at an unseen adversary. Apparently an acknowledgement of his existence was enough of an excuse to go DEFCON 1.
The bus was mostly empty. Apathetic driver, one other veteran upfront on the opposite side, 85 y.o. woman with a granny cart in front of me, teenage boy in the rear section. I like to sit in the single seats opposite the rear exit. The perp was seated but jumped up when I was about to go past and made himself wide.
Initially he let me go past and get settled, then he rushed over and was glowering over me. Didn't touch me, but close enough I caught some spittle spray. Loud af, shouting obscenities and threats. The endorphins hit the opiate receptors, I was flooded with adrenaline. Surprisingly, was able to process the threat and my options. Normally when I feel an adrenaline rush I cannot have coherent thoughts; yesterday everything went into slow motion.
- driver is looking up frequently, but grinning like this is a funny only-in-NYC thing; won't get any help there
- Vet is closely monitoring, he's ready to come over but assessing if it's going to escalate; he's significantly larger than me or the assailant but too far away; not gonna get there in time
- dude keeps pacing, returning to a dirty cloth Target bag, blousing the top like he's checking the contents - possible weapon?
- I can def take the guy but that's not my preferred style; gave up fisticuffs 40+ years ago, but in nanoseconds I ran through the choices
- was a rainy day, I have a small weighty - jab to the solar plexus should be enough to stun him enough to have to gather my stuff and bolt
- the umbrella has enough girth a blow to the jaw could work but I'm in tight quaters
- pull toward me next time he comes in close & jab his eyeballs with index/pinky fingers (if he gets ahold of me I'm seated and cornered, not good)
- use the pole for leverage to get up quickly, accelerate & launch, come down on the outside of his knee with my boot (pops the ligament but if i whiff i'm off balance)
- I have noise canceling headphones which is probably helping me a lot here bc I'm able to tune out his vitorol; he may have a weapon somewhere but his words can't hurt me
- I'm not legal expert on self-defense but choosing violence def could result in arrest, jail, or more hassle than I want to deal with.
Was able to extricate and walk the last 10 minutes. Hit the bell when he was pacing away from me and walked deliberately to the rear doo, keeping him in my peripheral. Walked quickly to the front, my plan was to hop back on if he followed me off. He didn't. Got even with the driver - bus hasn't pulled out yet - and yelled WHAT! THE! ****!!!
Walked 10 minutes to the VA. After 45 minutes or so I was sufficiently calm to share with my PTSD group. My one-on-one therapist carved out a half hour for me after lunch to help me process what happened. On the bright side, I was not harmed, was able to assess and then make a good choice. But what a load of crap to deal with, eh?
I'm staying home today. Bit farther than I wish to walk (4.9 miles) and this is the 2nd time I've been assaulted on public transportation in the last 6 months. Think I'll look into getting a bike.