Yes there is it’s 61016 - sounds stupid but I remember it as a little head (the zero) with headphones on (unfortunately what we have to do to be left alone sometimes!)
I have had very similar experiences on the train to the stories above.
In my 20s, if you were on the train with me you probably would have looked at me and thought all was well. Me just chatting to a man on the train.
The thing is, I became very good at masking.
It looked like everything was ok because I was ‘pretending’ it was ok, partly in some ‘freeze’ response to a threat (yes it’s not just fight or flight) partly because I was trying not to provoke an aggressive reaction and partly because I had learnt from previous experience (much like PP above) that even on a busy train, with people around, no one will intervene, so it was a type of self protection I guess.
Unfortunately that transport police number wasn’t around in the 2000s…
When I talk about learnt behaviour, and no one intervening, one incident sticks out above the rest.
I was on a train (in the U.K.) I think I was 18/19 and a man sat next to me and just kept trying to chat, it started as him just badgering me constantly.
I was polite (ffs!) and said I didn’t want to chat (removing my headphones each time!) and then the taps on the shoulder to get me to listen started., the slightly more aggressive tone. When he went to the loo, I changed carriages and sat opposite two people on a table seat l, but he found me and sat by me again.
This time he was trying to manspread using his left leg to push into my space and touch my leg, then the ‘snobby cow’ ‘too good to chat to me are you?’ ‘too ugly for you am I?’ ‘Slut!’ started.
No one said anything.
Then he tried sticking his hand up my skirt asking where I was getting off and getting more and more angry and verbally abusive when I refused to answer him. He was putting his weight on my now. Up in my face, sneering in my ear. Calling me a slut.
Still no one said anything.
I don’t know how I had frame of mind but I guess instinct kicked in. We were approaching a station (not one I wanted) but I got up, almost clambering past him in the process.
He followed me and stood glaring at me in the bit by the doors between the carriages, shouting insults at me. I was trying to look anywhere but at him. Other people were there too, I was trying to catch their eye they were all looking away.
As the doors opened he oddly stepped out with some others, I stayed on the train and watched him look for me on the platform while the train carried on.
I was so relieved I just burst into tears and everyone stared at me like I was some crazy person.
So this is why women go along with it, why they pretend to laugh and nod and smile whilst constantly assessing risk and quietly trying to distance.
Obviously I know the bystander effect is a thing but I was desperate for some to even just pretend they knew me or go to a guard for me, anything to divert this man’s attention from me.
It still effects me now, so much so I had to stop typing at one point as I got a bit teary (more out of frustration and anger about what we have to go through as women more than anything else!)
God I’m so angry.