I was in my car and it stalled on a roundabout, and another car caught up. The driver, a man then followed me around town for ages. I tried to lose him and I was terrified, I couldn’t stop and phone the police because I was driving. I couldn’t just drive home because then he would know where I lived. Plus I live in the country, there are no police stations to drive to either. I went into an open car park with him following, saw there were people around, stopped the car, blocked him in and challenged him. He got very aggressive and told me he was calling the police….on me…FFS. I told him he was stalking me, took his number, and drove off. Apparently I had made him do it. You know what makes it worse? His wife was in the car hurling abuse at me as well. I called the police, but they couldn’t be bothered. I missed my train to London, I missed my meeting, I shook all day (I have PTSD) and I was pretty useless at work for the rest of the week. It also had an effect on where I drove. He wouldn’t have done it to a bloke. But because I was a woman, I was easy pickings, even in a car. I am glad I challenged him though, he needed to know, maybe he will think twice when he gets the urge to something like that again. But it was difficult. I wouldn’t have done if it had been night, or a lonely place.
Also, I drive a lot, I think that there is much more aggression directed at female drivers on the roads. I don’t remember it being like this when I first started driving in the 80’s and 90’s.
