That sounds just like me. My "choice" is either between excrutiating pain or risking humiliating groping/pawing/patting.
My "choices" aren't great anymore. I can either quit my job or fly. I can either miss my best friend's funeral because it is a 14 hour drive away or be molested getting there. Growing up in a city, I never allowed anyone near me to molest me... now they can paw away if I absolutely must fly.
I think I missed your earliers posts about your best friend's funeral. I'm very sorry to hear that. I used to be able to drive 14 hours in a day, but I can't do it anymore.