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Casual comments

When i was in grade eight (only 13 years old!) i walked into the locker bay at lunch to run in on two boys in my class having a conversation. They were casually commenting on the appearances of all the girls in my class. they said stuff like “I dunno, she’s fat, but at least she’s got big titties.” and they continued to discus if they would have sex with each girl while sexually objectifying them. i still can’t believe that these boys were only 13 and they were saying stuff like that all while i was in the room with them ):


My younger sister was leaving for school trip and she was standing in the train corridor waving at me and my dad by the window. There were some people passing her behind her back – neither of us seen them in detail (the train was quite crowded), but for sure they were larger (I’m guessing adult men, or at least fully grown, my sister was 13 at the time). When the train was leaving the kind of jumped for a moment, I thought one of the guy must have jostled her. Only later she called me from the train, sitting in the compartment with other girls and said that the guy grabbed her behind rather forcefully. The girls in the compartment where talking about him being an asshole but the conversation was pretty light, kind of “oh what a funny story”. When my sister came back from the camp she talked to me about this story again and cried for the whole time. She was wondering whether she’s too mature/provocative (she was wearing sport leggings with very large white t-shirt – it was a sport camp) and I really didn’t know how to help.


i was in school during my blacksmith class and we were forging our first rings. We had to use pretty heavy machines to do so, but there were two ways: one was manual and one was automatic. Basically we had to “pull” the metal to make it longer. So anyways there was of course a huge line in front of the automatic machine (which was still “manual” but it was easier, since you had to like pull a lever or something), and most were girls. in my class there were some girls who acted “cool” and pretended they didn’t care about some things (like blacksmith class) and instead spent all the time chatting and laughing and taking forever at the machine. Me and my friends wanted to finish the ring and so we went over to the manual ones, but we had to tell the professor first. The manual was basically this mould where you put the metal and you would have to pull it, so it was a pretty tiring process and took strength of course. Anyhow, i went over to the professor and told him i was going over to the manual machines because the line at the automatic one was too long. We were freely allowed to choose, so i didn’t need permission. He looked at me, kinda laughed or something, and told me something like: “oh no, you can’t do that. You need strength, it’s for the boys, use the automatic.I don’t want you to get hurt.” I stared at him- bewildered- and almost visibly scoffed. I got myself together and told him in all seriousness: “Well, i prefer to get hurt than to take forever and never finish this ring. I want to finish it and i never will like this. I’ll take the risk”. And walked away. Went over to the manual ones and finished my ring. The only thing that hurt the day after were my biceps which took benefit from a great workout. Serves him right for treating girls like weaklings. This was the first time he did it, but i discovered shortly thereafter that it was a habit: he treated girls like frilly, weaker beings, and i would not take it. There were other moments like these and i was happy not to have him anymore.


When I was in 10th Grade, I got really drunk with a friend of mine at his house. He was two years older than me. He had been kissing me all night and I went along with it because I was so hammered that I wasn’t thinking straight. I thought it was sort of funny and din’t take it too seriously. We kept drinking and he turned off most of the lights in his room and got me to lay down on his bed. He didn’t lock the door, but I had no way of getting home even if I did leave. He coerced me into stuff I didn’t really want to do. I remember asking him to stop and that I din’t really want to but he continued asking. I guess I gave in eventually. I felt disgusted with myself, but wrote it off as a mistake and that I was “too drunk” and I “didn’t say no”. It’s been more than a year now and it still plagues me because I still haven’t reconciled in my mind wether it was assault. I din’t forcibly say no, so I just feel like it was my fault.


Hi, I’m a 14-year-old girl in the United States. A while ago, there was this kid that lived next door that would stare at me through his window while I was doing everyday activities. When I called him out on it, he put on a face that caused people to start taking his side because of how, “bad he felt” even though he didn’t apologize. I later moved out and I was so happy because I was sheltered and didn’t realize how inevitable creepy guys were. When I moved to another state, I met this guy who wouldn’t seem like at first that he would touch anyone. But one day when I was on a swing with my friend, he asks if he can push me. I said no, but he comes anyway and puts his hands on my hips and begins to push me. I jump off and tell one of my friends and she just laughs it off. Months later he comes by me when our cross country coach was explaining something to us and put his arm around me and started touching my butt and hips. I went to the other side of the room and I couldn’t tell him no because it wouldn’t matter. I know this is not as big of a deal as other people, but I’m so frustrated with these guys being justified for not fitting in, so they don’t have many friends, so they get away with touching girls.

Girl band?

Hi, I’m a 12 year old girl (soon 13). We recently did a project in music class, we played different songs in bands. I played with my friends (all girls, so we where the only girl band) and we had a really great time until we played the song in front of our class. A bit of context: There is a dude in my class who is a sexist asshole, let’s call him T. T used to call me and another friend of mine “fucking feminists” everyday for weeks but he stopped two months ago. So right before we started playing T screamed “flash your tiddies”. I didn’t hear it at the time but my friend told me afterwards. I was shocked, I knew T was a sexist asshole but I didn’t think he would say somehing like that! Fortunately the music teacher talked to T and his bandmembers (they also insulted us) but when I told another teacher she did nothing :(. This was a week ago, we had music today and a dude called my friend a bitch and when she got offended he laughed at her :(.

Teachers excuse his actions

I got sexually assulted when I was 9 by a boy in my class (he is 1 year older but he denies it) and it carried on for a while. The boy got ADHD (the family denied this for years) but that doesn’t excuse his actions. I told my teachers what he did to me 1-1,5 years later when they where angry at me because i “was beeing rude” to him and they just stared at me in silence. I’ve been in the same class as him for 7 years and i get reminded of what he did to me every time I see him. But one of my teachers forces my class to say hi to him otherwise she gets really mad.


I was 13/4, in a group project in French two years ago, and I was doing nearly all the work. All of a sudden while I was working, the boys in my grouo started talking about how long their dicks were. I asked them to stop and told them it was making me uncomfortable, then a boy from another group started to talk about it as well, laughing at how uncomfortable I was. It made me feel awful. Two years before, the same boy and one of his friends (who later harassed me at a party) would drop pencils under my chair deliberately so they could look up my skirt. Let’s just say that I’m glad I will have no classes with them ever again, though I’ll have to see them when school starts again because they’re in my form class.


I was raped when I was seven by my mothers partner. I was molested by a boy in class in 8th grade. I was molested by a boy when I was in 9th grade. I was molested by a boy in 11th grade and the police sided with him because he was the president of speech and debate. I tried to kill myself when I was 17 and was raped by the person who saved me. I have started getting catcalled since age 13. I get comments and catcalls every time I go out side.


During P.E. after we had had our class, our (male) teacher asked the boys to stay because he wanted to know and register their names if they were interested in football and told the girls they could go! I was really angry and so were the other girls, so , they later reported it to a senior teacher but i wasn’t in them (but i hoped i was, but i didn’t have any self-confidence back then and was also new to the school, (not making an excuse but idk y i didn’t go). Nothing changed. I just wish i had asked him then and there why can’t girls participate if we are interested. unfortunately, i didn’t nor did anyone else. But after looking at this website I am so not going to be the person in the bus who looks out of the window but the one who stands up to him. I was literally going to write like 2 sentences but somehow ended up writing this instead… Thanks for reading and every woman out there: you have got the strentgh! Speak up!