There were only a few escorts out on Saturday a few weeks ago. Thankfully, there were not many antis either.
Two of us were standing by the private parking lot clients have permission to park in. M joined us as soon as the doors of the clinic opened. M was using the usual tactics of pushing, shoving and holding up a plastic fetus in the clients’ faces.
One client closed their eyes and faced towards me to avoid M. I kept talking and directed the client, still with her eyes closed, while we crossed the street. This must have frustrated M because she moved around to my other side trying to get into the client’s line of vision. I’m not sure how M thought the client could see with her eyes closed, but logic is not one of M’s strong points.
How close was M? Close enough to step on the back of my shoe and pull it off. I reacted by saying, “M, you are too close. Don’t take my shoes off.”
We must have made an interesting procession to watch: me limping until I could get my shoe back on; M pushing against me; the client with their eyes shut.
What I cannot understand is how hard the concept of personal space seems to be for M to understand.