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V Brown

The headteacher of my school wanted me to complete work ‘before I went on holiday’. He was referring to my maternity leave. Unsurprisingly, I wasn’t allowed to return to my post, despite nobody even checking the timetable to see if flexible working hours were possible. I’m now into my second year of pursuing my sex discrimination claim and am unable to say anything to anyone. The school gave the message to staff that I’d chosen not to return to work. I expect to lose on some sort of technicality but would rather risk the thousands of pounds this is costing me than let a school continue to treat another woman this way.


Im 15 and live in Greece. My PE teacher is extremely sexist, but not the aggressive type. That is, he says things like “women talk a lot and only care about nails and clothes” but doesn’t openly treat girls differently. He does however separate the two genders while we play volleyball. One time, i, a girl, happened to be in a team full of boys, while the other team was all girls and one boy. He then told me to go to the other team, while I was playing, “because the other boy felt lonely”. He had never done that before. Never changed us like that before.


My PE teacher refers to me directly as “Princess” everyday. He calls my friend “Sweetheart” and singles her out for demonstration constantly. I don’t think he even knows our real names.


After I did my short teacher training course I stayed in touch with several people. One guy I met up with on an irregular basis, purely as a friend. He was pretty geeky, but then so am I, so that was all fine. Then I found out from a mutual friend that he takes regular trips to the far East for sex tourism. The guy is in a wheelchair, so at first, even though the whole idea of exploiting impoverished women who have gone into prostitution in developing countries was obviously upsetting, I found myself making excuses for him to some extent. I know that this is not an excuse, however, plenty of people in wheelchairs have relationships, it is this man’s odious attitude to women that was the problem. Perhaps even worse, I found out that he upskirts women, and has probably done this in my presence when we went out, or has even done it to me. I cut off contact with him eventually, but it makes me sick to think that this man is teaching young women. I hope he has stopped paying to rape women and illegally violating their privacy with upskirting, which is thankfully now an offence in the UK.

male teacher

at the beginning of the school year my male social studies teacher said to our class (7th graders) “I need 4 strong guys to carry books down” I would have offered but i was hurting and didn’t want to move. when he came back with the four boys i asked why he said only boys to help and he responded “i didn’t want u girls to get sweaty”

High School Teacher

Hi, I am a 18-year-old-French-high school student. My economics teacher is a white sexist patriarchal man. When a girl in my class asks a question or comments on the topic that we’re working on, he says “a woman who is silent is a gift of the Lord” (in French “une femme qui se tait est un don du Ciel”) and whenever a female students says something he doesn’t agree with he says for those who know French “c’est de la mauvaise fois typiquement feminine” which basically means “she has bad faith / she is lying like women do”. Finally, he calls one of my female classmates “la nulle” (which means in French “you suck”) I tried to speak up, both in class and to the principle, who is also a man, but every time he is excused and I am told to stop being “so sensitive” and to lighten up and learn to take his jokes… I can’t take it anymore. Those sexist jokes give legitimacy to this patriarchal society, send the message to the boys in my class that it’s ok to mistreat women while we girls are invited to remain silent and accept the discrimination. Those comments repeat the stereotypes that continue to harm us today. I just wish the school would speak up and sanction this teacher….

Tales Avellar from Brazil

(I’m actually a trans boy, but as I’m not on hormones I’m seen as a girl) – When I was kissing a girl at a bar table and my friend started yelling to a guy, about him recording the kiss with his phone for future masturbation. – When I had to wait for the bus in the early morning to go to school, and one day a car followed me real slowly yelling the things they wanted to do to me, and I started to pray for that to be all and for them not to drag me in. – I love to go to the movies alone, but I stopped going for a really long time after the man sitting next to me stared at me all the way throughout the movie, and I was so terrified I went to hide in the bathroom crying and stayed until I thought it was safe to leave. – I live with my grandmother, and we ordered a desk. She didn’t want me to open the door for the guy alone, because recently she had to do it and the guy, standing on her doorway, started saying he had a stomachache and putting his hand inside his pants because it “hurt”. – At school it was a well known fact among the students that the PE teacher stared at girl’s breast and touched them to correct their posture in a different way than he did to the boys.

It’s never ok

When I started secondary school at age 11, there was this one woodwork teacher all the girls would avoid. We had all heard his inappropriate comments, hands brushing our legs as he walked past, his unsolicited ‘hands on’ offers of help using the equipment, overly touchy-feely, we all dreaded these lessons. But in my whole time at school it never occurred to me there was anything really wrong. Even at the age of 11 I had learnt to recognise this behaviour as something I was just going to have to put up with, experiences like this were just an intrinsic part of the female experience. It was a secret all us girls kept together, we would put up any defences and deflective shields we had already acquired, then later huddled together over our packed lunches swapping war stories, tutting and giggling at the absurdity. Even if we had considered speaking up, we instinctively understood we would have been ignored. Of course everybody already ‘knew’, he was just one of ‘those’ types, he was ‘old’, he is a ‘character’, you’re just going to have to learn to put up with that sort of behaviour. But nobody was sad to see him go. Towards the end of my time at school, another teacher was removed all of a sudden. Rumours began floating about his sexual misconduct, harassment of young students, in appropriate behaviour. This shocked us to the core. How could a teacher, somebody entrusted with the safety and well-being of minors, who we all admired and respected, and trusted, abuse his power in such a way? Somehow, this terrified us, yet my peers and I never equated this with our own prior experiences. Not this teacher, “he couldn’t have”, “but he’s so nice!”. It disturbs and sickens me that only in the wake of the “me too” campaign have I really started to question my school experiences. How could I have allowed myself and others to be abused in this way, why haven’t I questioned it before, and why did the terms ‘predator’ and ‘paedophile’ never occur to me until now? Perhaps surrounded by my peers, the group experience gave us the illusion of safety. Or maybe because it wasn’t the worst behaviour or this kind I had encountered, even at the age of 11, I considered it a training ground for future experience. It doesn’t make it ok.


I came into school a few minutes late one day, and as I walked in a male student happened to be standing there, waiting to check in late too. The assistant principal, a man that delighted in being cruel to me, stopped us both, looked me in the eye, and accused me or having sex with the other student in the parking lot. He did not accuse the male student, and when we both denied anything like that happening, he ignored the other student and told me that I shouldn’t be “doing anything” that would get me in trouble.


So, while I was applying for University towards the end of school (UK), I completed my application and went to the teacher responsible for looking over University applications. I decided to apply for an initial teacher education course because I love early and development psychology as well as working with children. For the last two years, I had walked miles once a week to volunteer at a nearby special needs school, then walked miles back to be back in school by the end of break (I started the day on a double free period), I had been elected as a house captain and worked hard for my school community, also having a regular column in the school newsletter. I also worked very hard in my studies and was predicted excellent grades. The teacher read over my application, and said it was fine, and should get me accepted by my University. I left happy enough. A boy in my year, we’ll call him Kane, was applying for the same University at the same course, but because, he said it would be an ‘easy’ job. He was a regular truant, and when I saw him go to show the teacher his application, I asked what feedback he had and if I could have a look at his application. We exchanged and read one another’s. He had no extra curricular activities, poor attendance and no work experience. He said ‘Wow, yours is really good. The teacher said mine was great and that I would probably be head teacher in five years.’ He wasn’t joking.