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Jeg var udsat for sexchikane igennem et halvt år og kontaktede så et advokatfirma. De mente ikke der kunne gøres noget, for der var aldrig nogen vidner.

Lisbeth

Jeg var 19 Fotografen 48 Jeg manglede penge Tog tøjet af Han fik idéer Jeg sagde fra Han tog sig friheder Jeg påtog mig skyld Meldte det aldrig For hvem ville tro mine ord?

Ane

Jeg ser og hører det så ofte, og dem der siger det, tænker ikke over det. Og netop fordi det er en så normal og integreret del af vores hverdags kommunikation, at vi ikke lægger mærke til det, skal det med her. I Antikduellen tirsdag den 21. marts skal den ene antikduellant, en mand som ejer Auktionshus i Svendborg, afsted til Skive for at finde nogle gode fund, og han siger: Ja, jeg tager nu til Skive for at besøge en af Danmarks allerskarpeste kvindelige antikhandlere……med andre ord ikke en af Danmarks bedste, men en af Danmarks bedste kvindelige antikhandlere. Der fik han lige degraderet hende ved at sige, at blandt kvinder er hun superdygtig, men vi mænd kan hun jo ikke komme op på siden af. Som om mænd automatisk er bedre antikhandlere end kvinder…….Sludder og vrøvl. I øvrigt ville man aldrig sige mandlig antikhandler, idet det åbenbart default (det vidste jeg ikke) er et maskulint erhverv….?

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Licensbetalt sexisme: En vært fra et radioprogram interwiever kvindelig fodboldspiller inden et award show, der spørges om “de har brugt lang tid på deres fest looks og om de har gjort sig klar sammen, og at man jo ikke er vant til at se dem i kjole og stilletter”. I et andet radio program dagen efter jokes der om ,at en af de kvindelige fodbold award vindere, er den nye Miss Sunshine og om hun mon kender til bodypainting.

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Til min Konfirmationsfest, for over 10 år tilbage, var en del af familiens venner inviteret som gæster efter selve kirke-ceremonien. Som folk ankommer til receptionen, står min mor og jeg og byder velkommen ved døren. Festen foregår på min mors daværende arbejdsplads, da der var et stort selskabslokale, der kunne have alle siddende. Selve indgangen er for enden af en lang gang, godt isoleret fra dette større lokale, hvor folk nyder vin og snacks. Da et ægtepar, venner af OG jævnaldrende med mine forældre, ankommer, får de begge et velkomstkram. Det chokerende sker dog, da jeg krammer manden. Han putter begge sine hænder på mine baller, een på hver. Jeg kan stadig mærke den iskolde følelse, der spreder sig i min krop, chokket over at denne mand, på alder med min mor (40+), som jeg har kendt hele min barndom, gør dette ved mig. Ved siden af sin kone og min mor! Ingen siger noget – jeg ved stadig ikke til denne dag, om min mor og hendes veninde så det? Vinklen det skete fra, kan sagtens have skjult det. Jeg har aldrig bragt det op med min familie. Jeg aner ikke, om jeg nogensinde vil kunne magte, at starte en dialog med dem. Det skete aldrig igen, men jeg kan stadig huske følelsen af komplet rædsel og skam, over at noget menneske kan gøre dette ved et 15-årigt barn.

Anonym

Jeg har gennem det seneste år modtaget uopfordrede dickpicks fra fire mænd, jeg aldrig har mødt eller hørt om. Det begyndte, da jeg lagde et billede op på Instagram af mig selv i træningstøj under hashtagget #bootygains, som bruges meget i træningsmiljøet. Siden har jeg modtaget yderligere tre billeder, alle sendt umiddelbart efter posts, hvor jeg er iført stramtsiddende træningstøj. Jeg synes generelt, at der er en rigtig god og positiv tone i trænings- og vægtløftningsmiljøet, så det er super nederen, at nogle få fjolser spreder dårlig stemning.

Anonymous

Today on a great day for me, having confirmed a great job and started looking at apartments in a new city, I get a bus back from an apartment viewing. The bus is busy, and most people are standing. I realise a man’s crotch is pressed against the side of my thigh, and rubbing it as the bus moves. Not being sure if this is just his attempt to balance in a very full bus, I angle my waist away, giving him space to move. A few stops go by with me being wary but without too much contact. The bus clears a bit and I move back to lean against a railing. The same man still beside me moves towards me again, his crotch touching, rubbing on, my thigh. Still unsure if this is deliberate, and being in a new country where I don’t know the language well enough to question him, I back off gradually again, also looking for a better place to stand. Eventually I am in a corner (better balance) and the same man is still facing me, his crotch begins rubbing against my thigh and i can hear his breathing increase, as well as feeling his boner against my thigh. He has a hand on the handrails either side of where i am standing. I STILL question myself, and whether I am imagining it. When the rubbing becomes more consistent, I decide I am not imagining things, but being aware of my hesitancy in the language, I merely jab him with my hip, forcing him away and showing my displeasure. He stops and descends two stops later. I feel guilty for not having called him out, and am sadly sure he will do this again.

Sarah

A guy at work calls our support team the ‘admin girls’. The team is women aged 35-60. When I told him they weren’t girls he complained saying ‘oh come on, I’m not allowed to say anything’. He doesn’t realise how patronising and undermining that is.

VK

At lunch today – the boys were giggling and laughing to get in the lift in time – then I got in the lift – silence

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While visiting home, and stopping at my father’s house, my neighbor came over. He had always seemed interested in what I had to say about school, and he had always been a very helpful person to my father (who is physically disabled). During the time he was over there talking with us, with my back to my father, and facing me, he pulled out his penis, and left it out for several minutes, attempting to get my attention, and gauge my reaction by constantly looking at me – all the while when my father was in the room, and he was talking to him. I left, unsure of what to say or what to do. I googled ten different ways about “what to do if a man flashses you”, or “what to do when a man shows you his penis”, various things of this nature. Everything I got back was anything from “men getting hot-flashes”, or “it’s not men’s faults they want to show off their penis”, and not a single result to help me with what I was experiencing. I called my best friend who said I should talk to the police. When I did, the police office asked “were you wearing anything revealing?”. He said we could follow through with this, but I should talk to my dad first, to see what he thinks. My father had believed me when I told him my story, and even more so when my mom told me about her friend having experienced the same thing as I had. However, my father had insisted we not say or do anything, because if he “rocked the boat”, he wouldn’t have the nice neighbor man helping him with his roofing, outside work, and etc. that he is unable to do on his own.