followed

jax green-delarosa

i can’t remember which day this happened the first time. At first I was too scared for anybody to find out ( especially family) but now i do understand that I should share this, because i had reported this to my mom and she not only didnt care, she told me it was my fault!!! This was right after english class that i had with one of my best friends at the time. I had trusted him with almost everything in my life. We had just left english and he was walking with me to our friends and he turned and stopped walking and told me that if i didnt go with him to the bathroom, he would report me for self-harm which would no doubt get me in trouble with my mom who happens to be old fashioned and would punish me for it. I didnt want anybody to find out that i wasnt clean from self-harm so i did what he asked where i was later groped and he went on to tell our entire friend group with pride that since i said yes he was allowed to. I didnt understand that it was not consent if i was scared to say no. The boy who had grabbed me at the time was named [redacted by administrator]. I am no longer afraid to say his name and im definetly okay with reporting what had happened to me! i realized that i cannot get in trouble for “saying yes” because i was scared to say no. We were in the 8th grade and I am now a freshman in highschool and now im 14 years old and nothing has been done about [redacted by administrator] and the other girls he had groped in that same bathroom because people trusted him.

Anon

I was out taking a walk today during my break in between zoom meetings. I looked over my shoulder & a gentleman was following me. Followed me for about half a block before I stopped & asked him what I could do for him. He told me that he saw me walking and knew he was destined to marry me. This man definitely had some mental health issues–he said an angel in the form of a fly told him this. But he proceeded to engage me in a 10+ min dialogue about how attractive my body, specifically my breasts were. I told him I would not marry him & needed to leave, but he kept engaging me. Finally, I walked away only to have him follow me two blocks to my house. I had to get my property manager (who lives next door) to speak with him to get him to leave the premises. I did not want to call the police because of the fact that this man was black, an immigrant, houseless, & experiencing mental illness. Patriarchy’s effects are super intersectional, and it was important for me to take into account his context in my response to him. He eventually left & did not see what apartment house I live in, thankfully. Such a jarring experience–I have never been followed before. I tried not to panic & was holding back tears. I feel very resolved & safe now but wanted to share this experience. Thank you for the important work Every Day Sexism does!!

Being Followed

Today I got off the train and I was walking into the centre of Manchester. There was a Man at the side of the street and he looked cheery like he was joking about something, telling people to buy this mans local produce (the man was selling cakes and pies and northern stuff!). I smiled at him, because I thought it was funny. The man walked up towards me and started speaking to me so I took my headphones out. He told me he bought this pie especially for me and I said no thank you and walked on. He continued to follow me and walk by my side (I have had this happen before, people trying to keep up your pace), and started saying he was new to the UK from Jamaica and I had to listen to him and get on with him because of that reason. I asked him to let me walk on my own, and that I didn’t need or want any company. He didn’t. Then, when I walked off, he was yelling things like “nice ass baby I love everything about you you’re unreal” etc etc. I told my temper big time, and started to shout. I really wanted to be heard by everyone around me. I didn’t want to shake it off this time. I yelled at him and I caused a big scene! I think this is where big change happens. I felt safe in a crowded place that I could yell my opinion. I was pretty shaken up after from all the adrenaline, but then after a while started laughing to myself for ages- I am not sure why. Maybe because for the first time ever I shouted louder than the male saying abusive degrading stuff. I feel angry but also proud of how I reacted.

AR

I was walking along the path and 2 guys in a white van followed me and catcalled.

Sophie

A little background: I’m a 21 year old female, I’m proficient at karate and am usually very confident in myself and pretty unflappable. I had been in London tonight meeting a friend for dinner, and was on a late train home to my small village and I arrived at my station at about midnight. I regularly walk to and from the station in the day, and sometimes at night too and feel completely safe, but in the last month I’ve been leered at or followed by a group of men in their 20s that I haven’t seen before, on a regular basis during the day time, surrounded by people, in the centre of my village. I’ve also and noticed them walking down the road I live on when driving to and from home. These men sometimes deliberately spread across the road to slow me and leer at me while in my car, and other times make comments as I walk past on the street (even when with family members or friends). I decided to spend the extra money on a cab from the station because I felt unsafe walking home for once, and while in the queue for the cab a group of men (of mixed age, between 30-50 yrs old) walked up to get a cab too. There were 3 other people waiting in the queue with me, 2 women, one of whom was with her male partner, and after complaining about the length of the queue the group of men decided that it wasn’t so bad because there was ‘some talent in the queue so it wasn’t a total loss’. It felt like it was some sort of ‘lad’ thing, to signal to the others that they were part of the group. Luckily as they were walking up to us our cabs arrived. Perhaps more than the men who had been leering at me, that I had made a concerted effort to avoid, I was most disgusted by the group of older men, who I might have expected a little more decency from, that had decided to objectify me and the other women in the queue rather than show any kind of respect, and the option that I had thought would make me feel more secure late at night left me feeling quite intimidated. At the time what felt like the safest option was to keep my head down and get out of there asap. As soon as I got in the cab I wished I’d called them out on their ridiculous objectification, asked why they thought it was acceptable to reduce women that they’d just happened across by chance into sexual objects to be leered at in somewhere that should be a safe place (as if it should be the case that one place should be freer from this kind of nonsense than another). What also struck me was that neither of the other women (both at least 10 yrs older than me) had moved to stand up for themselves. They too were too intimidated to speak, even though we were in a public, well lit place and there were people from the cab company milling around making sure everyone was looked after. Even in this situation we didn’t feel secure enough to call out what these men were saying. The cab driver however had noticed the men and made a point to apologise to me for whatever they’d said because he saw that I felt uncomfortable and wanted to reassure me. He also waited to see that I got into my house, because i told him that I’d got a cab to avoid these men that had been following me. This cab driver was in no way responsible for the actions of these other men, and his apology wasn’t necessary, but it just goes to show that there’s a choice to be made, to be a sexist that knowingly objectifies and intimidates someone of the opposite sex, or to respect people. it’s certainly not just male to female, but it certainly feels like it’s more acceptable for men to objectify women at the moment, and I think it’s sad that someone my age should already feel so jaded about this kind of thing.