I was on a train. There was only one seat left on the carriage and a man took it I was 16 at the time, he was maybe 20. He offered the seat to me and I declined, saying that I was fine with standing, he got there first. Then he jokingly asked me to sit on his lap. I laughed nervously and said no again. For the next 15 minutes, until he got off at his stop, he kept going, kept asking me to sit on his lap, joking about how he couldn’t let a poor woman stand. I think it became obvious that I was deeply uncomfortable after he first minute. After he left, I felt ashamed and deeply embarrassed. Another woman had watched the whole thing and stayed silent which made be feel more mortified, not because I blamed her, but felt embarrassed that someone else had even seen it. I initially didn’t tell anyone, and thought that it was somehow my fault, but as I got older, I look back and like to think that if that were to happen to me today, I’d have enough confidence to shut him down.


A few months ago I was on the bus going home from school and another girl from my school got on the bus. it was just another day, until my friend asked me to sit next to the other girl on the bus to make her feel safe. This is because the day before a creepy man sat next to her and asked her very inappropriate questions like asking what ants she was wearing. Then a few days ago, I saw the same man on the bus and even though he didn’t sit next to me or anything, I was panicking the whole journey that he would follow me home and I just thought how sad it was that even though nothing happened to me, I didn’t feel safe in a public area. Just saying to any other person, it’s ok to tell someone and it’s ok to make a scene because it’s not acceptable . EVER


Stared at my a middle-aged man whilst in a public pool. I was wearing a bikini sat at the edge of a pool with my friend. He was in the pool, treading water about a metre away from us. He noticed that we saw him staring said ‘sorry’ and continued to stare until my friend and I looked at each other, got up and left. We were 14 at the time.


I was touched and made uncomfortable with comments by older men in a club, as well as in the street.


Just minding my own business, day in, day out and I get at.least one comment from a man.its like I can’t exist with being an object for these desperate people


leaning on a wall on my phone, making sure i was out of the way because i was aware people would need to walk past, even though it’s a larger pavement than most and then a passer by put his hand on my ass and he came up from behind me. i’m 15, female and i was wearing my school uniform.


Clubs seem to be acceptable places in a guys mind for public, non-consensual, ‘casual’ groping. In crowds, they will VERY often over the course of a night pass behind you whilst just lightly stroking your butt (or just above, but close enough that you can feel where those hands want to be). Depending on where I go, this sometimes happens near constantly. You have to be hyper-aware of everyone around you and by the time it’s happened and you turn around to call them on it, they’ve practically disappeared into the crowd. On the odd occasion that you catch them, there’s little you can do but give them a dirty look. I’m not exaggerating when I say this can and has happened to me every three minutes or so (or more sometimes) on some nights. I did once punch a guy in the face for it (he went for a full on grope), at which point I was called “frigid” as he tried to make out that it was on ok thing to do; a compliment even. After dealing with way too much of it, I’m now really selective about the places I go as I know where I’m more or less likely to get groped now and avoid the places where it’s most common. The only place I actually feel safe to go and dance, be myself and actually have fun is in one of my cities gay bars. I’m straight. I shouldn’t have to choose where I go based on the local groping probability!

Emily S.

I went to the grocery store earlier today. I was alone. I was in the bread aisle looking for some rye, when a man said “You’re a really pretty girl.” I said “thank you” and continued my search for bread. He stepped closer and said, again, “I mean a really, really beautiful little girl….young woman, I mean.” He then asked me if I was married, what my name was, how old I was and where I lived. I said I wasn’t married, lied about my name and where I lived as to be safe, and told him my age. He told me he had two daughters and a couple granddaughters, and told me that he spoils them. He then proceeded to say (in an uncomfortably sexual way), that if I was living with him he’d be sure to “keep me spoiled”, too. He said he was a 69 year old man and that he “never does this”, but he saw me and just “had to” tell me how “beautiful of a girl” I am, “a truly cute little girl”. It was honestly so disgusting and he even became touchy, patting me on the back and half-hugging me. The rest of the time I spent at the grocery was filled with anxiety and I was constantly on watch to make sure he wasn’t following me/wouldn’t follow me home.


I got off the bus and it was is less minute walk home. I was in jeans, baggy sweatshirt and with a beanie. I crossed the street and I noticed a car slowing down, looking over there is two guys in their car pursing their lips and sending “air kisses” at me. I walked away because it was so out of the blue and I didn’t know what to do.


When I was 12 (yes twelve years old) I was enjoying the fountains in Vegas when I indignantly assaulted. While I was standing only a good two feet away from my parents an older man, most likely in his thirties started to feel me up and touch me extremely inappropriately. I’m all honesty someone probably noticed and at that noticed the worried look on my face. You would not believe how much I wanted to turn to my father and alert him if the situation, but I didn’t. I wish I’d nothing else that I would of told someone turned around and screamed so that I could have peace of mind. Because I was too scared to do anything he presumed I was enjoying the invasion of his fingers and the breath in my neck. The walk home after that incident was probably one of the worst in my life, trying to hold back tears as I felt the pain in my groin. Not even a year has passed and at least five incidents just like this has occurred. So, if I can pass on any knowledge to you it is that if you have the power to control a situation use it, or you will find yourself regretting it emmensly.