One time when I was in high school, I went to the beach with some friends and we were all playing a game in the water. I was really grossed out by the seaweed so one of my guy “friends” proceeded to grab a handful of the seaweed and shove it down my bikini top and grab my boob. I was obviously pissed so I pushed him away and all of my friends just laughed it off, I didn’t even think about it until years later when I realized it was incredibly messed up.

On a train into central london. The carriage is not busy, there were about 10 other people in our section, all male. A homeless man gets on the carriage and asks for people to help him to get £18 to get into a shelter. I kept my mask on and my head down, as did everyone else in the carriage. I would usually help, but we are desperately saving up for ivf. We had actually learned that morning that our first round had been unsuccessful. As the homeless man walked past me, he turned back to look at me and said “fucking whore”. He then walked down the carriage, turned round, came back and again said “fucking slag” right at me. The man didnt say a word to any of the men in the carriage and not one of the other men said anything, though they would have heard. I couldn’t keep the tears back.

While at the ATL airport I was riding the trolley to my gate and the trolley was very packed to the point where you had to stand pretty close to people (pre-COVID), and suddenly while standing there I felt something on my ass, and just assumed that someones luggage had bumped me, but no it was the guy behind me literally grabbing my ass. Someone that I had never even met my. I swatted his hand away, called him nasty and told him to get the fuck away from me! No one else on the trolley was even bothered by it except an older black woman, im black myself, and she told him to leave me alone and wedged in between us, so that he could no longer touch me. I was pissed and felt violated for the rest of the day!

I was at a party with my friends, having a good time. I stood outside by a car with some friends and I was dancing with them, just minding my own business. Then some guy comes up on me from behind and grab my breasts, then just leaves. I did not even see his face. On top of this my boyfriend, who saw it all and saw that I did NOT want that, got mad at me and threw me out of the party.

I was running through the park i always do, i used to run 10k every other day- its a very important part of my life, a man came out of no where in a field no one else was in, this was probably because it was raining but it was 11am on a sunday. He started to film me running, following me, being obvious. I confronted him due to my confusion and outrage, he told me he would like a video of me on his phone and shrugged, saying it was people do. I was so scared i couldnt move, he started to walk towards me with his camera still pointing in my direction. I thought i wasnt going to survive.I dont go running anymore, unless i occassionally organise with friends who are up for it. it took me a long time to go anywhere by myself again. all i can say is i am so deeply sorry for anyone who was less fortunate than me and wasnt able to escape because i am scared to live my eveyday life. a customer at work tapping me on the shoulder, my boyfirned unexpectedly taking my hand, walking from my car to my front door in the dark, these are all everyday triggers for me which bring back that awful feeling that maybe i wont survive.