I understand this completely.
Ted Wallis, a doctor in Austin, Texas, recently came upon a lost child in tears in a mall. His first instinct was to help, but he feared people might consider him a predator. He walked away. "Being male," he explains, "I am guilty until proven innocent."
A couple of years ago I happened to enter the men's room at a local bookstore. As in most restrooms, there is about a foot-and-a-half between the bottom of the stall wall and the floor. I could see the legs and shoes of a little girl in a stall, and the shows, pants and legs of a man. It was plain that the little girl was facing the man who was on the toilet.
"HOLY COW!" -- my mind was swimming. What should I do? I thought about finding a security guard and left the restroom for a moment to go find one, but I returned because of the nagging fear that this guy would leave without being confronted. I returned to the restroom and waited quietly and patiently until the two left the stall. The little girl did not seems to be in great distress. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. "Little girl, are you OK?" I asked, focusing my attention on her. "Is this man your daddy?" There was a moment of fear in her eyes - fear of ME! but she answered, "Uh-huh."
Fortunately her father understood the reason for my questioning and was kind enough to actually express his gratitude for my inquiry. I'm just glad that little girl didn't say, "Help! Save me!"