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Disabled

I”m tired and overwhelmed by Internet sexism. I switched from computers science etc to arts interests to avoid the worst of it and it seems to have followed me. I just looked up a harmless video of inky markers art tutorial on you tube as I can’t get to real art classes and the comments below are calling the young woman a c*nt and a dog.

All the other comments are from other girls telling her to ignore it and carry on but the emotional shock is already there by then. I’m too tired to shrug it off, and it wasn’t even aimed at me. It’s very triggering when you’ve suffered bullying yourself.

What the hell is wrong with so many males ? I’m now at the point I’m surprised when a man behaves politely to me, because I’m online every day since I can’t get out much, and it seems to take increasingly long to clear my head of this stuff. I certainly don’t do social media any more, but I easily pick up insults aimed at others.
The Internet used to be a relief for people who were stuck indoors sick, now it’s just wearing. If I were able to get out I honestly think I’d ditch the Internet completely.

Anonymous

At 12 years old, I was pestered to have sex with an older boy (14). He made me go on top and when I couldn’t do it and said I wanted to stop, I was told to go and watch porn and come back when I know what to do. Within a few days, it felt like the entirety of my school knew about it. I was harassed with name calling until I left school and no longer associated with people from my school anymore. I told my parents what had happened and I wasn’t allowed to leave the house apart from school, wasn’t allowed to wear make up or a skirt. They told my Pastoral Manager who followed me around school to make sure I wasn’t wearing make up or a skirt and once called me a slag (no one believed he had done this).

J

A man masturbated to me on the seat in front of me on the bus. I wanted to say something, and I wanted to leave, but I had to go to work, and couldn’t get off the bus. I had to stay there, stuck.

Anon

I work evenings in a supermarket and walk to/from my job. I have two options for my commute: walk through an unlit park which is much quicker and quiet or along a main road past two pubs. I choose the park as I feel safer going that way as the only people there are folks going home/dogwalkers and as it’s quiet I can hear clearly even if I have headphones on. Much nicer than going past pubs full of drunk men!
However many of my male colleagues feel it is appropriate to tell me to change my route home because it makes them uneasy! Even though I feel safest that way

Clw

So I’m in O2 and the man calls me ‘my lovely ‘

When I point out that’s sexist he denies it

I ask what he would call a man and he says ‘ Sir’

Case proven my lord !

Tam

Annoyed by the Yotel.com Gatwick video on site. Shows how to the sleeping pods work. First up, lady gets standard cabin and is ditsy. Next up man gets premium pod and made to look like a business traveller. Just knew it would be that way round….

Anon

I’m temporarily working in an events team in a large company in London. Next week we have our biggest event of the year – a chair & CEO dinner…of the 140 guests, only 15 are women…

Elisabeth

Last year I was a Junior in highschool, which is the first year we have the option to take electives (classes not required by the district). I’ve always been interested in computers and engineering, so I decided to take a class called Intro to Computer Science and Engineering. As I expected, I was the only girl.

What I didn’t expect was the teacher attempting to explain the very basics of the computer to me when I asked a simple question about the programming format and then trying to walk me through each step (even though I already knew how to do all of it, because I’d taught myself extensively up until then) to the point where he was practically taking the mouse from me and doing it himself. Meanwhile he left the other students to their own devices, even though most of them hadn’t a clue what they were doing.

That was only in the first week. The rest of the year consisted of him continually asking me if I needed help/clarification or if I was stuck, and *for group projects* only speaking to and interacting with the boys in my group, even though I was always the one doing all the work. It was the most patronizing and demeaning thing I have ever gone through, and if it wasn’t for how much I love programming and mechanical engineering, I would have just given up on it right away. Even so, I seriously considered just calling it quits on that entire future. That’s how bad it was.

I’m in a few more tech, math, and science classes now that are electives, and it’s just as bad in each one of them. I used to think people were exaggerating when they talked about the difficulties females face in technical fields. They weren’t exaggerating.

Anonymous

I was sexual harassed at school. I went to get my stuff from a room and a boy followed me into it, he grabbed me from behind (scaring me) and pulled me towards him. I tried to get his hands of my waist but I couldn’t, he just held me tighter. He then pushed me to the floor and I fell, banging my head on the tiled floor. He knelt down in front of me and then fourced his way onto me. His hands clung tight to mine to make sure I didn’t get away. I struggled and tied shouting for help but it was no good. He then, disgustingly, kissed me trying to make me kiss him back. He finally let go and looked at me and smiled. I thought it was my fault. I thought I had done this to myself. I couldn’t tell anyone.