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In my first year of uni I was out with friends and was turning to leave a bar when a much older man reached his hand under my skirt and grabbed pretty much everything. I had gone to karate classes for eight years but in the moment just turned and looked at him in disbelief. He and his friend just leered at me. I was too afraid that I would get kicked out of medical school if I hit him, and as I was on a night out I did not believe the police who were always stationed in a nearby traffic calming street would care. I had become so used to getting grabbed in various places by people my own age in secondary school and a wider variety of men at uni on nights out that I thought it was just normal. Education for all children is the best way forward I think, people need to learn what the parameters of appropriate touch are from a young age.


I am from sangli, Maharashtra (India),now I am 19 years old BOY.When I was 11 years old that time I faced such abusive things and I still remember that and I never shared that abusive matter happened with me to anyone still today’s day . There was one man besides my home ,he asked me for coming with him to his farm.i didn’t think that it will happen with me ,he just told me that he needs help of me ,I went there with him and after sometime in the farm he started abusing me like he was trying to kiss me that was not normal,and he told me for shaking his penis it was so horrible .
Still I can’t believe that happened with me
This happens with me almost 3 or 4 times in one year by same person .
Now this is the 1st platform that I am sharing my such things
Now feeling little bit better 🙂


The security guard at my local supermarket constantly stops me to engage in conversation and has asked me out so many times (each time I politely decline) that it puts me off going there. My heart sinks every time I see him on his shift. It’s a clear abuse of power and I wonder how many other women he does it to … one rejection should be enough to get the message.


I play a lot of cricket in school and for a club. At a school match last year I opened the bowling and took a wicket, clean bowled on middle stump. My mum was taking photos as she is a bit of an amateur photographer. She got a photo of the moment that I took the wicket. In the photo you can see the batsman at the other end’s face and he looked so shocked as if to say “what just happened? He was bowled out by a girl!” I often get odd looks when I play cricket boys often look at me like that. It’s really demoralising and I absolutely hate having to feel like I have to prove to them that I am good enough

Olly (Man)

3 or 4 years ago while a full time employee of a Post Production company in London, one of the owners of the company came and stood beside me as I was looking out of the window at the people walking by and said to me

“God, don’t you just wanna go down there and rape one of them”

At the time I uncomfortably laughed along but didn’t take him or his comments seriously. I didn’t feel a reaction was worth the conflict. He was my boss and paid my wages. I also couldn’t see what difference it would make if I did.

Today I am able to find employment with much more ease so my power to do more has increased. The consequences are worth the action today and I like to think I would be brave enough to let him know how disgusting comments like are.


This is a couple of years ago now. I was waiting for a friend outside a dockside cafe, I had a glass of wine and was just sat on a bench looking at the boats.
It was early evening. There were a bunch of men hanging around. One of them plonked himself down on the bench next to me, grinned, then just scampered away.
I smiled at him politely,didnt give it a moments thought.
Then my friend arrived, and she pointed the same group of men out,so they were actually a stag party, going in and out of pubs round the docks.
The one who had sat down by me was wearing a strap on, and the others were taking photos of him accosting as many women as possible.
I expect some found it hilarious and posed for selfies with him
I am a 5ft 1″ disabled 60 year old women.
I wasnt even aware of what they were doing – I didnt even notice (I dont go around looking at people’s crotches!) but there used to be a name for this,’outraging public decency’.


I am a lawyer married to a surgeon. My husband has cheated on me twice, has consistently lookEd at other women, has lied to me continually to cover up his infidelity and has been violent to me on three occasions. This morning and night before last and ironically just now in the middle of typing this, so the 3rd occasion in 2 days, my husband has told me to “calm down“ he has also said that to me previously on top of other belittling and disrespectful comments including, “you are a millstone around my neck”, F off frequently and saying “you are a shite”. I know that men in the modern world still tell women to “calm down” and think that that is okay, it is appalling and gaslighting behaviour. Everyday sexism exists on a really dangerously ingrained level to the extent of an embedded misogyny ignored and accepted by society.


My mum makes excuses for my nephews about their behaviour when it comes to responsibility. Women in my family are expected to always put family first, give birthday cards, send thoughtful messages and generally be supportive. But many of the male relatives (not all) are completely excused with the phrase ‘that’s just how men are’. I don’t get birthday cards or messages from 99% of my male relatives but almost all of them are from the women in my family. The same goes for my half sisters and brother. The sisters have always put the effort and I’m expected to do the same but my brother never has. I feel that because they are male it’s excused and we have to pick up all the slack.


Dad:”Millie,don’t you think it’s time you learn how to cook?”
Me:”Yeah,seems like a good idea.”
Dad:”And maybe you can cook for your brother”
Brother:”Or maybe cook with your brother. I gotta have some basic skills too,am I right?”
Dad:”Nah,you don’t have to.One day you’ll get a wife and she’ll make hot meals for you.”

Dad:”Hey,Simon(my brother’s name).Come,let’s go change the tires.
Brother:”Ok Dad,I’m coming.”
Me:”Can I come too?”
Dad:”No sweetie.It’s men’s work,you know.”

These gender stereotypes make us dependent. Now,we’re young adults and we’re both single. My brother can’t make a freaking omlet and I can’t change a freaking tire.


Beeped at by car of young men coming towards me (on other side of the road) while riding my bike. Designed to put me off, make me jump, make me even more vulnerable. Could have caused me to fall off as I was looking over my shoulder checking for any overtaking cars at the time. Luckily I was fine; just pissed off!