I'm a nineteen year old female who frequently goes into London to see friends and family.
For a little background, I have Aspergers Syndrome which is a form of autism and it mainly affects my social skills.
I’m also short for my age and I look like I'm seventeen or eighteen so it's easy for people to think I'm a kid. This event took place two weeks ago and it still scares me.
I had gone into London to see a few friends and to spend the day at an arcade and have a laugh.
The day went well until I had to leave early since my feet were killing me and my mum wanted me home to help out with my step-dad.
I was at Waterloo Station and was looking at a large map on the wall to make sure I knew where I was going.
Out of nowhere, I heard someone beside me ask where they should go if they need to go to a certain area. Being the nice citizen I am; I gave him the directions.
He then asked me about the location for example, he asked what there was to do and I stumbled on my words as I answered since I hadn’t been to the location he wanted to go to in several years.
I tried to answer as best as I could and when I was finished, I gave him a smile and began to turn away to walk towards the underground.
Before I could leave, he began talking more which meant I couldn’t leave since I was far too nice to just leave him although I told him numerous times that I needed to go home.
He asked about what kind of music I was listening to since he noticed my headphones plugged into my iPod,
he also offered to get me a coffee and I politely declined saying I had no money and I needed to get home, he kept persisting on going to get coffee and I kept declining.
I made it very clear that I wanted to leave but it was clear that he either didn't notice, or didn't care.
He kept persisting on talking to me and formally introduced himself as Will, and I said that my name was Phoebe and once again he keeps asking me out for coffee and I decline.
I walk away from him and towards the entry gate towards the underground, but he stopped me to say he liked my style and I thanked him but I was obviously trying to go home.
He also kept touching my hair and my hand, making me extremely nervous.
I can’t really remember how I got out of it, but I somehow did and sprinted away from him and into the underground, only stopping when I was on my train.
I would’ve told him not to touch me, but due to my anxiety, I could barely say anything without stuttering.
By the time I arrived at Marylebone station to get a train home, I was on the verge of a panic attack or throwing up but I somehow kept it all together.
I called my mum and pretended everything was okay and assured her that I would be home soon.
I never told her about what happened, thinking that I was merely overreacting but it was one of the scariest moments of my life.