I have spent a lot of time watching and reading about the different experiences of women being harassed, sexually assaulted, etc. and every time the topic is brought up I reflect on my own experiences. I am from a small town and have serious anxiety which makes it so I am rarely in public spaces alone. I have been very lucky in both my work and personal life to only really have one story that comes to mind when this topic is brought up. Moving past the fact that only one experience of harassment is “lucky” it was a day when I was 16 on and I had just parked at my work and about to head inside when I look about my car window and see 6 or 7 males walking toward me. I proceeded to lock my car doors and dial 911 with my finger over the button to call incase I needed to. As I do this these boys proceeded to come around the front of my car and started yelling things at me. I sat there with my finger over the call button and waited for them to leave. At the time I worked entirely alone, there was no one there if something worse had happened.
