I’m a medical student, and we tend to work in pairs to see patients. I would say that more than half the time, when I see a patient accompanied by a fellow male student, the patient completely ignores me and addresses all their questions to him. This is despite the fact that my colleague and I are at the same level of education and schooling, and usually about the same age. Even if my colleague steps back and lets me lead the interview, they still address him and him only.
He asked me to come back his house. Deep down I didn’t want too, but i know if i said no to him the things that he would tell all of the boys at school would ruin my life so i thought a few hours of talking is better than my school life being more hell than it is. We sat down on his bed and the first thing he done was come on to me and started kissing me. I got him off me and said ‘is it okay if we just talk’ he said ‘yeah thats fine’ and i believed him. He than came onto me again kissing me and pinning me down. I said no so many times and he just begged and begged to fuck me. I tried leaving his house he didnt let me. Eventually i knew there was no way out i HAD to say yes to him. So i did. I was 13 and a virgin and now i still have a forced sexual relationship with him because i know theres no way out. The things other people would say about me and the secret photos i know hes been taking of me when we have been having sex would get shown to every boy at school and social media. I feel like its my fault surely i should just never give in to him again. I dont know wether my story is even the right story lto put on here so i am sorry if its not
My own mom is a misogynist. I was once simply stretching and my mom asked me to stop ‘showing off’ my boobs because some guy might grab them. I told her that if someone were to grab it I would punch him in the face. My mom replied, ‘ohh but you provoked him.’ This was when I realised that my mom was a misogynist and had ingrained misogyny.
i am 15 years old and my school has always BEEN really relaxed about sexism. I have had my bum pinched and my boobs grabbed. I have told the teachers many times but they just brush it off.
I know that this isn’t as bad as some of the stuff on here, but I had to say it. So when we play basketball and netball in school none of the boys ever pass to the girls, even though some girls literally do netball and basketball out of school and are much better than the boys. One boy was boasting that the boys in are year could beat all the girls in our year at every sport which is so wrong and untrue. And also today I was at the busstop and this this french tourist couple asked me for directions and then another guy came and asked me for directions too but he was really old and creepy and this random lady just looked at me kindly and gave me a thumbs up behind his back, like to ask if I was ok. I liked that and I thought it was thoughtful but, she shouldn’t even have to ask I should be safe at a busstop. I’ve got a friend who was in the bus and a creepy man started taking pictures of her and she got so scared she had to get off like 5 stops early. In PSHE, our teacher asked everyone to put their hands up if they thought sexism existed. Only the girls put their hands up and all the boys were really confused. After that lesson, this one boy said that our teacher was crazy and that sexism doesn’t exist and I called him out on it and called him misogynistic and he looked at me like I was crazy. I’ve read almost all of Laura Bate’s books and now I see sexist things that I thought were normal. Like, when I go to Greece on holiday, lots of drivers honk their horns at me, and when I was walking with my friends this one guy looked us all up and down and catcalled.
In a history lesson about women in 1920s USA, my male history teacher confidently stated that without lots of money or a husband women will have no hope of a successful life even now. He ended his point by saying “it’s a sexist world girls”. Yes it is, we can’t tell from your own view you just stated.
I was walking through a primary-school yard after collecting material for work I am doing in conjunction with them and was heckled by a boy who can’t have been older than 10. I put my head down and walked away as fast as I could – such a deeply conditioned response to male attention by now, that even when it was coming from a child than three times younger than me, I felt the same deep-rooted emotions of shame, fear, disgust and powerlessness, and couldn’t override it.
I was the top of all my classes in sixth form (maths, further maths and all three sciences) and wanted to study medicine. During the meeting with the (female) careers advisor (who had access to my AS-level results: straight A’s with almost full marks in many of them) I was told that medicine is quite a challenging subject and I should consider nursing or biology instead. A male peer with similar exam results and ambitions was heartily encouraged to apply for medical school.
I was at school a few weeks ago just stood taking with my friend when a few boys a couple years younger than me walked past and started saying something (I think he said darling or something similar). One of them just proceeded to respond ‘why are you saying darling, they’re dead (obviously meaning ugly) anyway’.This is something that happens a lot to girls my age and doesn’t affect me emotionally so me and my friend laughed it off but I found myself really angry at what had happened – why are young (and I’m talking about 14-16) year old boys taught that it is appropriate to jeer at women (and even girls) and treat us like we don’t have ears?? We are resilient and aren’t going to stop our lives because of some stupid comment but seriously why?!! The jokes were never funny and never will be – why can’t women just live in peace?? Quite interesting to see where misogyny could begin for adult incels.
When I hit puberty at the end of primary school, the boys started feeling the girls’ backs to see if they were wearing a bra. They also used a ruler to measure who had the fattest butt. I was in shock and felt intensely betrayed by the boys I had been in class with for years. Apparently a woman’s body is something to joke about. I was very ashamed of my body and wanted to be invisible. I hated my breasts because that’s where all the misery started. I don’t want them and I feel like they don’t belong to me. My mother was abused by my grandfather. My sister was drugged and raped. I learned the hard way that men cannot be trusted. They do, say and take whatever they want. They are a potential threat to women. It took a long time before I wanted to give men a chance and open my heart to a man. I couldn’t believe it when I met a man who was nice to me. I have been married and am the mother of three children. My self-confidence and body image never recovered. Objectively speaking, I have a good figure. I’m slim, but I’d rather not have any curves at all. I still hide my breasts in high-necked clothes. I don’t want men to see the skin of my breasts. I still hate it when men make jokes about women with big “tits” and call them all kinds of humiliating names.