In my first year of university I was sexually assaulted, two of my neighbours assaulted me multiple times. In my third year of university I was emotionally and physically abused by my boyfriend (now ex). I tried to reach out to my peers and lecturers but a lot of them laughed and thought I was being dramatic, “enjoy it while you can.” One said giggling. Throughout those three years I felt so pathetic, I was treated like a toy and that haunts me. Although I’ve had EMDR therapy I still feel dirty and even though I know it isn’t my fault, I fear I’ll never feel ‘normal’. One of my assaulters went on to be a teacher and that scares me. Last year, 1 year after breaking up with my boyfriend I went on a date, my roommate set me up, it was near the end and we were walking back, it starts pouring down with rain and we were by my apartment, so I invited him in for tea. I went to get changed. We sat on the sofa and watched a TV show, he gets close and wraps his arm around me, I think nothing of it, a few minutes later his hand drops and starts to grope my breast. I told him to leave firmly and later that week he messaged me saying I led him on and it was my fault. I have sensitive eyes, so I wear sunglasses, this day it was partly cloudy and I was struggling to keep my eyes open, the sunglasses help that. I was walking towards the food market and out of a car is a catcall followed by “summer time baby.” I told a few of my friends and they said “oh but it is flattering.” I am not an animal to be whistled at and for me to come running, a car horn isn’t a flattering approach to any person either. In college I liked drawing self-portraits and one classmate pointed at the drawing and said, “why do your breasts look that big? You always wear baggy clothes, I can’t tell.” I felt violated.