PTSD, Huh?
In my day, a girl catching some perv doing something like this would slap the hell out of him, maybe creating a little PTSD in the perv, and laugh about the dorky geek every time she thought about it for the rest of her life.
I think most of these people who claim PTSD from minor to moderate traumatic incidents are just hoping for a payoff, either via the lawyers, of taxpayer paid disability payments.
“Or”, not ‘of’ in that last sentence above.
In my day, the men in the store would have taken care of this piece of trash
I must be from your day. We’d just slap the asshole.
Today, if we did that, WE would be the ones charged with assault...
We’ve gone from ‘I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar!’ to ‘i am woman, hear me simper, whine, and sue’.