THE DAY I MISTAKENLY ENTERED A PUBLIC MENS TOILET AND WAS RAPED BY 2 GUYS- ANONYMOUS LADY SHARES

I don’t usually talk about this part of my life. Anytime I even remember it, it breaks me.

That day started like any normal afternoon. I was at a crowded motor park, trying to catch a bus. I had been holding my urine for too long, so I rushed into the nearest public toilet. In the hurry and confusion, I didn’t even check the sign. I just pushed the door and entered.

It wasn’t until the door closed behind me that I realised I had walked into the wrong place, the men’s toilet.

Before I could step back out, two men entered.

At first, I thought they would shout at me or tell me to leave. I even raised my hands to say, “Sorry, I didn’t know.” But the way they looked at me, my whole body froze. Everything inside me screamed danger.

They locked the door.

I shouted. I begged. I cried. But nobody heard me. Or maybe people heard and didn’t care, I don’t know.

I wish I could say someone came to my rescue,I wish I could say I escaped.

But I didn’t.

When they finally left me, I sat on the floor for a long time. I didn’t even have the strength to stand. My legs were shaking too much. My whole body felt like it no longer belonged to me.

That day changed me.

I walked out of the toilet like a ghost. People were passing, shouting, arguing, laughing but I couldn’t hear anything. I just kept wishing I could rewind time by five minutes. Just five minutes.

I didn’t tell anyone. Who would I tell? In this country, when you say a man forced himself on you, people ask what you were wearing or why you were there. They won’t ask why the men did it.

For months, I didn’t sleep well. Any loud sound made me jump. Anytime I passed a public toilet, my heart would start beating fast.

I’m not sharing this for pity. I’m sharing it because so many women are carrying silent pain. Pain that the world ignores. Pain that people pretend doesn’t exist.

And all it took was a single mistake, entering the wrong door.