I was only 11 when I first found out what ‘normal’is. I thought that sexism was only for the Victorian era with people in tight corsets. I was participating in a school holiday basketball camp when two older boys began to sing about rape. I was shielded from these things until then, and it puzzled me. I moved on. Only for it to happen again when I got my first phone, around twelve. I got texts flooding in from all different men asking if I was ‘horny’or commenting on my ‘rack’I asked one of my friends about it, and he explained what each and every word meant. On that same day, a teacher looked at me, and a friend of mine and commented on ‘what a nice threesome that would be’I I was always an innocent child. But now I’m terrified to leave the house. I don’t want to be raped.