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Jessica

I was walking through Leicester Square in London with my female friend when I was about 25 and a man walking towards me grabbed my breast as he walked past and kept walking. I was so shocked I kept walking. I still feel angry and violated and wish I had thumped him.

Anonymous

When I was in Year 8 at secondary school, I was sexually assaulted. We were in art class, our art teacher was demonstrating so we were stood gathered round her. I was wearing a skirt with ankle socks as it was hot weather, suddenly I felt a boys hand go up my skirt and touch my bum. I froze. I pushed his hand away. After my teacher had finished we returned to our seats. The girl next to me could see something was wrong, I told her what had happened. She told me the same boy had groped her and 3 other girls and the school were already aware. She asked me to tell a teacher, she went and fetched one, we went into another room. The teacher was quite genuine and understanding, what I didn’t know at the time was that she would be the only one who would be. They contacted my parents, whom went on to contact the police. After a few days they came round, took my statement and said it wasn’t in my best interest to press charges as it would ruin his life and he would probably learn from this with just a telling off. Bare in mind I was his 5th victim by now. The school agreed to move him out of my classes and he was suspended for a week. After a year he was let back into my classes and the school completely forgot about it. He told everyone I was a liar, eventually I moved schools.

HJDA

I remember being objectified as a woman as long as the boys noticed I didn’t just add ‘pointless’ tidbits to classes but I also had breasts. I remember in primary school the confusion when I argued with boys, even if I didn’t get it. I remember hitting puberty at school and being openly groped by a boy in my year at 14+ everyday at lunch with both hands and as a reflex laughing it off and feeling as if it was a compliment. I remember being harassed throughout chemistry about whether I ‘shaved’ or not. I wish now I had learned to make a fuss, not to just be complacent. I always believed myself to be a strong woman as I was always raised but as long as I just didn’t stand out too much. When I got my first boyfriend at 17 I remember being picked apart ’til I I felt there was nothing left, being called ‘unattractive’ in the shower and asked to lose weight. When I once plucked up the courage to tell him I thought he should get more muscle-y his response was simply ‘no’. I also remember the two times he raped me and how he apologised but did it again. I remember how it took over a year to come to the conclusion it was rape, because we were in a relationship and I guess these things just happened. I remember at 20 when my boss continually harassed me by text and after many rejections told me I ‘deserved to be in (his) pants’. I also remember how he stood in the way of another guy I liked, how he wouldn’t come near me because even though he appeared to be disgusted by his behaviour explained to me quite plainly it was kinda like a guy code. And I still don’t know by which of these two men I was offended more by. But I can say this. As a 21 year old woman I am loud, I speak out, I tell men and woman who are sexist exactly why their behaviour is wrong, I am sarcastic and I am confident. Because of projects like this I know I am not alone, that I do not deserve this and this behaviour is not normal. I now openly tell people my boss is a sexist prat that doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together and have managed discuss with friends the verbal abuse I suffered under my ex boyfriend and utter to even a few the categorical rape I have suffered. Because no this is not normal and no this is not okay.

Jess

I’m finishing up my Erasmus year in Spain. I had to go into uni for a class, and given it was around 29 degrees, I decided to wear a dress. By no means would I have considered it revealing: it shows no cleavage and is knee length.I was walking back to my building after my class and I open the building door and a man follows me in. I’ve not seen him before but I don’t know most of my neighbours beyond those on my floor. I wait for him to continue up the stairs while I sort out some post, but he stays in the lobby. I find this weird but head on up the stairs, and then I feel him start to feel me up. I turn round, pretty much going “what the fuck” and he gives me a surprised look and tells me to calm down; which of course only makes me more angry. I tell him to not touch me and to get out, he does so but looks at me like I’m crazy. As soon as I see the door close, I run up the stairs to my flat in tears. I text some friends and as I recount it, I begin to feel like maybe I overreacted or that I did something to provoke this. Even though my friends assure me that it’s creepy, it’s sexual assualt, and that I didn’t overreact at all, I still don’t feel comfortable labelling it as that and I’m now leaving the flat in long trousers. Intellectually, I know it was entirely his fault but I still can’t help feeling like I’m responsible.

Anonymous

Working as a waitress in a tiny local restaurant back home. My boss (the owner) would FREQUENTLY make disgusting comments and behave in an innappropriate way. To name a few… 1) He bit my thigh while I was sat at the bar one day. 2) frequently told me or my friend that we smelled like “pussy juice” if we had seen our boyfriends earlier that day 3) He was a member of a site called “Benaughty.com”. He would call us over to see what we thought of the women on the site, only to be confronted with naked images of girls in sexual positions when he showed us his iPad screen. 4) would smack my ass at LEAST once every shift I wanted to leave that job so many times, but needed the money (it was £7 an hour) and was too scared to tell my parents about what was happening. Both me and my friend who worked there were 17.