Supersonic/Electronic Weapon 不特定多数による長期にわたる原因不明の嫌がらせ（１）

169. 2010/11/17 Electric shocks weak but strong enough to wake me up and noises, including male voices, incessantly coming from Room 202 and probably 204 kept me awake last night. I think I slept at most three hours. I have a one-day substitution job at Chofu branch today. I do not know if I can do a decent job because I did not have enough sleep the day before yesterday, either. Probably I had only 6-hour sleep and I have been sleep deprived, around 5-6 hour sleep on average, for more than 5 years because of the electric shocks and noises made by my neighbors.
One thing strange that happened in the past two weeks was that the night of November 8th, there were no such disturbances I remember and I slept till noon the following day, which was the first time in years. The day (9th) was the first day of the police alert in Tokyo for G20 held in Yokohama.
After that day, things have been almost the same, although the electric shocks seem to have become slightly weaker and less often, except for additional nasty harassments at a swimming pool, which I visited on the 13th and 16th. I was grabbed by the middle of the inner thigh when my legs were in a folded position of breast stroke. I was set up to almost touch the groin of an old man for whom I kindly made room by swimming away from him so that he could come into the water and who, for an old man, amazingly quickly came to the direction I was swimming towards and set the part about two feet from my extended arm, from the tip of my fingers, and looked at me with a deviated smile when I stopped swimming and lifted my face. And I accidentally(?) contacted the bodies of other swimmers, strangely all males, with my arms, legs, the inner ankle, unusually very frequently－around five times in two hours each time. All happened in a not crowded pool in my neighborhood. Also, there were two males who spat in the water near me and there were two males, although setting the face in a designated hole, making a loud noise with their throats like Ghhhhhhhhhhkah Poh! right next to me. Right after the first unpleasant noise, I was stared at by 4 or 5 males gathered near me in a not crowded pool, and right after the second one, the man who made it laughed loudly, seemingly turning to me, which I coldly ignored in disdain and swam away from.
This past week was the worst in swimming pool harassment since June, when I started swimming for the first time in more than ten years. I stopped ten years ago because one day an old man came near me and spat into the water in front of me. That was around the time the harassment by infinite number of people for no reason I know of was beginning to intensify and grow in number although still limited to the area in and around the town I used to live in and the transportations I used to use to commute. Before, I had swum for 7 years or so and had experienced that kind of harassment only a few times. (I still remember an old man suddenly came close to me standing with my back to the starting point, and started back stroking. To start it he put his both arms next to each side of my body even though there was enough room next me for a person to start back stroking. All through the time, he was wearing an obscene smile. But other than that, I do not remember any strange experiences such as being grabbed or unusually frequently contacting bodies of other male swimmers.)
When I was grabbed by the middle of the inner thigh, which happened a few meters from the goal, I stopped and looked back. A rather tall, athletic-type male with a large skull and high cheekbones around 30 was standing and apologized, smiling frivolously. I walked away, called for the lifeguard, and told her what happened. She started walking towards the male. I went to a different zone of the pool and looked back. The male was saying something to the lifeguard, looking at me with a Bingo! smile. Pointing at the male, I said the same thing that I told her again in a loud voice so that others could hear and made a gesture of pinching between my thumb and the other fingers in the air. The male, strangely happily excited and broadly smiling, continued making an excuse.
Several other males gathered around him and started staring not at the male but me, eyes fixed on my face. I realized I had slid up my goggles when I spoke to the lifeguard. (I always keep my goggles on in a pool even while I am resting because I know perverse males enjoy looking at me or making me see them looking at me without goggles, and in fact some males even try to look into my eyes through my mirror goggles.) I put my goggles back on and swam to the other side, knowing that things would not turn better, if worse, for me. From long experience of being bullied by the mass, I knew the lifeguard would do nothing other than that. Actually I was thankful to her because she went over to the male and inquired him. And in retrospect I think I was lucky this time because if the lifeguard had been a male, there is a good chance that he would have harassed me by words, stares, mocking attitudes and so on. When I swam back, although it was between breaks, the already not crowded pool had even fewer swimmers. About 5 persons, including that male, had gone. Most of those left were males I think because there had been two females other than me before the incident. (Have you heard that in Japan there are grabbers who do their business in pairs or a group, some of whom have been actually arrested?)
Before I left the pool, I talked to the lifeguard again. She told me that the male had said that the line had gotten stack and he had been swimming looking at the bottom. If I remember correctly, there were three or four persons, including me, in every two courses on average at that time and I am not a slow swimmer. I sometimes unintentionally catch up with men who are slow or swimming slowly. “But it was not crowded, wasn’t it? ” said I, ”And I am not a slow swimmer.” She said nothing and kept smiling, looking at me but not really having an eye contact. She was viewing me. I repeated what happened again and I got the same reaction. I demonstrated exactly how and what part he grabbed me, with her leg. (I regret I did not ask her if it was Ok for me to touch her although it is not considered really offensive in Japan to do so without asking, although she also showed no reaction about that, and incidentally even though I have experienced that kind of rudeness countless times. I thought of asking permission for a second but I was too eager to explain and a little irritated by her no-reaction.) She again made perfunctory reactions, smiling and saying, “Ha..…(Well…).” I gave up and said I had reported that incident because it is said that if you do not report harassments, they (the culprits) will take it that you let them harass you. Her eyes shone and now she was looking straight into my eyes, with the expression which I have seem numerous times, whose meaning I have never comprehended, but which it is clear has nothing to do with respect or sympathy. I thanked her and left. A male lifeguard, short, massive, and clearly a bully, was in my way and viciously glaring at me. I fixed my eyes on him and kept walking straight toward him. We civilly passed each other.
One good thing about swimming is that since I started wearing a swimsuit with a stand-up collar, the number of males, including male lifeguards, who keep standing at the goal towards which I was swimming with a breast stroke and staring at me, or more accurately at my lower neck, drastically decreased.