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A man came up to me on the train today and asked if he could feel my tights whilst rubbing his hand on my thigh which I had to remove and say no obviouslyand then he looked me up and down about three times, asked me where I was going and touched my neck saying he liked my necklace. I had to remove his hand again, he then touched my lips and said my lipstick was nice and asked if I liked ginger men so I removed his hand and told him to stop touching me and ignored his second comment and then he looked me up and down a couple more times and stared at my breasts for about a minute and said that “I had a nice pair” meanwhile everyone on the train can see this and doesn’t think to intervene. Pisses me off and he scared me if I’m honest. If I hadn’t of got off the train bcos I was only going one stop what else would he have done or said


So I was traveling to work on the tube in London and it was very busy, like a sardine tin at 08.30 in the morning with everyone pushing to get onto the trains. About one stop into my journey I felt a man pressing against my ass. I moved but he moved with me and continued to press his GROIN into my ass. There is literally nowhere to move because the train is so packed so I wait until the next stop and then move further down the carriage. This asshole moves with me and attempts to do the same thing again. I turned and stared at him, confident that I would shout out loud at him if it carried on another minute. He then got off the train and I actually felt really stupid for not saying something out loud. Like I was embarrassed or maybe I was wrong…but I know that I was not wrong. I reported him to the transport police but sadly they did not have any CCTV to prove anything so I dropped it. It made me feel quite powerless actually. and how does any asshole have the right to do this to you on your way to work!?


I was 11, travelling on the circle line tube with my parents and the train was crowded. We were standing in the space by the doors. Between stations a man standing behind me put his hand up my skirt (school uniform grey pleated) and started to grope me from behind. It took a while to realise this wasn’t accidental and when I did, we had pulled into the next stop where the man got off. I must have looked pale because my mother asked if I was alright. I must have felt ashamed because I didn’t say anything.


One day after work I was sitting at the bus stop and a guy sat next to me. In some cases that would be enough for me to get up, strange men always make me uncomfortable but I was tired I had worked 8 hours and I stayed in my seat. He soon started calling me a bitch and saying he would rape me and burn me alive. I was so scared I didn’t know what to do, if I walked away he might follow me. Luckily my bus came shortly after and he didn’t get on. I assumed he was on something and that’s what made him say those things. What bothers me the most isn’t just that this guy came up to me and threatened me but that even though the bus stop was crowded and I was obviously uncomfortable no body said anything. Not even me.


It isn’t really sexism, but when I was 13, I was coming back from a school trip at about midday on the underground with the rest of my school year (there were about 20 of us in total, and the tube carriage was basically empty). I was sitting on one side, chatting to my friend sitting next to me. Opposite me, there was an elderly couple, who were (I think) being quite quiet. The old man then took a photo of my friend and me, and he was clearly trying to be subtle, holding the phone between his legs, and trying to do it discreetly, but he forgot to turn off the shutter sound on his phone. Needless to say, my friend and I were very creeped out at the time, but we didn’t say anything. I still occasionally think about it to this day, and shudder at the thought of what he does with the photo…


I was travelling on a train from Sheffield to Chesterfield on Saturday 7th October. Gazing out of the window I was not paying much attention to my surroundings. A youngish man further down the carriage was talking loudly to his friends. I only began to listen to him after I heard the word ‘feminist’. He loudly declared how some man’s response had been to throw the contents of ‘a can of lager in her face’. I listened on. I heard him talk about a woman – ‘she was sucking me off when her mum came in’. His friends were not loud. Maybe they were embarrassed? Nobody in the carriage was talking, so his offensive talk was allowed to dominate the area. I don’t know what I would have said if I’d been near him. I’m 67 years old with a double hip replacement so feel physically vulnerable in situations like this. I am not a prude, nor easily shocked. What alarmed me most was the fact that men like him KNOW they can say such things in public spaces.


I agree it is a valid problem to discuss. On all the incidents stated below, I was either dressed in uniform pants and shirts (or) in a collared tee and plain black jeans. These are my experiences: 1) In the freshmen year of high school, I sat in the middle of the second-last bench. The teacher staying at the front of the classroom rarely paid attention to what went on at the back. So, the guys sitting behind me took advantage of the fact to pass vulgar comments around. Once, in biology class, I felt something slide up and down my back, tugging at my skin. I realized that the guy behind me was driving his hand up and down my spine. I caught it and gave him a stare and cast a look at the teacher, letting him know that I would not hesitate to tell her. He stopped. Later, when I told the teacher of the incident, she asked me to stop making a fuss. 2) Sometimes, I had to walk back from school to my house. The distance was about half a mile. Often, a group of lads on the road would rudely brush past me. They would stick their feet out, expecting me to lose my balance and fall. They would snicker and pass lewd remarks. 3) Once, on the same walk from school to home, two guys on a bicycle tried to run the cycle on me and when I stepped sideways, they crashed into the garbage can behind me, swearing and cussing. 4) Once, on a train trip to a neighboring state, the train collector, seemingly thrice my age, would keep staring up and down my body and smiling creepily. 5) Once, when my friend was taking an early morning walk when there was not much movement around in the streets, a passerby decided to take his pants off and show his genitals to her. He was grinning at her, saying something along the lines of ‘Come and get it!’ 6) In a public dancing event at a wedding, men kept on jeering, whistling, winking at the women who were dancing, while they failed to even notice the fact that even men were dancing too. 7) Then, there are those random sexual texts from strangers. Annoying waste of time!


Reading through these experiences that other people have had made me realise my own stories that I suppressed and was to guilty to think about it let alone tell any one else about. But my first revelation was me loosing my virginity. followed by almost every sexual encounter I had for the next two years, to that time in Thailand, next was memories of when my bosses husband ‘hit’ on me, the time that I was the only one on a train and a man followed me through the carriages to pull up my dress and aggressively groped me, and that time that my friend dropped out of high high school after she got raped and every one saying how ‘she was a slut anyway’. Stories kept flowing in and some dated back as far as when I was a small child and in all of these instances, I felt I was the one to blame because I assumed I had done something wrong to attract the situation. It was not until I read about all the other personal experiences, that I felt like this is too common. I am not at fault, so I should not need to feel oppressed. Every time I had a personal memory, I would have a revelation. A revelation that make me link these experiences to a global trend. Feminism has come so far, yet still has a long way to go. And that wont happen if these stories are oppressed.