Hotel Room Intrusion, Psychological Trauma, and the Fight for Justice

neon signs, bustling vendors, and a sea of people. Back in my hotel room after a day of travel, I sought relaxation. But unease soon set in. A strange, sickly-sweet odor permeated the air.

Investigating, I checked under the bed. There, in the dimness, were two dark eyes staring back. The intruder emerged, blocking my path to the door. He was sweating, the likely source of the unsettling smell. I screamed, my mind reeling, paralyzed by fear.

He screamed back, then fled. I continued shouting for help, finally managing to open the door. Two tourists offered assistance. The police arrived, discovering a USB cable and power bank. I suspected a plan to secretly record me.

The police took my information, but expressed doubt about finding the man. I was stunned by their lack of concern. I couldn't stay in that room. I booked a new hotel, consumed by fear and isolation.

Back in Thailand, I struggled with anxiety and PTSD. I'm determined to pursue justice and raise awareness. Women already face too many safety threats, and this incident highlighted a lack of seriousness.

I once believed in the inherent goodness of the world. Now, I'm left with a profound sense of uncertainty.