Time slowed down. I remember thinking, is this my friends playing a prank on me? I now work as a psychologist and what happened next is what they call, in trauma studies, “the ocean moment”. My body just reacted without my mind making a decision about what to do. I threw my arms back up over my head and yelled “Get out!” even though, at 153 centimetres tall, I had no chance of actually hitting my assailant. My cry sounded like a thin whisper to me, but someone heard it.