Miserable morning commute

Last week I took the bus to work. It was busy, and I was forced to stand by the doors. A man got on behind me, and pressed himself up against me from behind. I turned around and he said sorry, like it was an accident, but I’ve been on busy buses before and never had anyone press their crotch into my bum before. My anxiety levels shot up and I spent the rest of the bus journey trying not to have a panic attack.