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Carla

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I was in Barcelona for a friends hens weekend. I was in a nightclub standing in a queue to get drinks for the girls with another friend. I have a big bum in comparison to the resentment of body and if normally gets slapped but this time a guy cupped it and groped it. I turned around and I didn’t know who had done it. Then it happened again and again I didn’t know who did it. A third time it happened and I saw who did it and I went to him and I said, “don’t you fucking ever touch my bum again or I will make you feel sorry that you were born with hands”. I don’t normally swear but I was so angry. Later that late all of the girls where dancing in a circle and a guy came and groped me by putting his whole arm under my dress and squeezed me by my panties. When I turned around I didn’t know who it was and the girls hadn’t seen it as at that point they were already a bit drunk. I know it didnt matter what I was wearing but I was wearing a long dress which was close to covering my knees but it was tight. Even typing that annoys me because it’s like I am defending why I shouldn’t be touched. Why should I be treated like an object for a mans amusement when I get to feel humiliated and made to feel uncomfortable. How is that funny? How would those guys like it if they were in a gay night club and got touched inapproapritely?

Anonymous

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When I was in Year 8 at secondary school, I was sexually assaulted. We were in art class, our art teacher was demonstrating so we were stood gathered round her. I was wearing a skirt with ankle socks as it was hot weather, suddenly I felt a boys hand go up my skirt and touch my bum. I froze. I pushed his hand away. After my teacher had finished we returned to our seats. The girl next to me could see something was wrong, I told her what had happened. She told me the same boy had groped her and 3 other girls and the school were already aware. She asked me to tell a teacher, she went and fetched one, we went into another room. The teacher was quite genuine and understanding, what I didn’t know at the time was that she would be the only one who would be. They contacted my parents, whom went on to contact the police. After a few days they came round, took my statement and said it wasn’t in my best interest to press charges as it would ruin his life and he would probably learn from this with just a telling off. Bare in mind I was his 5th victim by now. The school agreed to move him out of my classes and he was suspended for a week. After a year he was let back into my classes and the school completely forgot about it. He told everyone I was a liar, eventually I moved schools.

Marie

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I had been working there for 1 year. That man, Georges, was only part-time at the office…around 60 years old. I did not know him very well, but some of my female co-workers had already talked about him staring at their breasts and that sort of things. One day, I was at the photocopier, in the hall, and he got behind me. I noticed him, but made no case. Strangely, I knew something was going to happen and I was wondering what. First thing I knew, he was slapping my bum (gently) with a rolled up sheet of paper, saying “Good morning!”. I turned around, my face burning with anger and said loud enough for everybody in the hall to hear: “Not too self-conscious, this morning, Mr. Georges, are you?” He muttered something and kept his head down. No one around looked like they were aware of what had happened. Everything carried on as usual. But I was proud of myself and made sure to tell my story to each of my co-workers who had a similar experience with that man. I no longer work there. Hope Georges reviewed his old-fashioned way to consider and treat women. But what’s important is the strength I gained.