Assault, groping, Nonverbal Harassment, Story

Rachel’s Story: Full Force of Harassment

I was 22 and walking through the Sydney CBD at night looking for a taxi to get home. It was very late (around 3am) but I was sticking to well lit, busy streets where police are normally present. As I turned a corner to walk down one of the city’s busiest streets there was a large group of about 10 men aged between 18-24 walking towards me and taking up the entire footpath. I kept my head down and veered to the very edge of the path to get around. Just as I was about to pass, one of the men raised his arm straight above his head and a moment later swung it down with full force on my bum. The force of his hand jolted me forward and hurt. The group of men laughed and continued to walk past me. I felt scared and incredibly angry that I had been intimidated and physically harmed – but because the perpetrator had struck my ass it was supposed to be a compliment?

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groping

Sarah’s Story: No Tolerance Anymore

I (rather unwillingly) went to a club recently, to humour a friend that doesn’t go out much. We were four girls, just dancing by ourselves in a little square, clearly not looking for anyone to join us. The male hand as they’re ‘passing by’ on the back/bum is (all too) typical in clubs, but my ass got full-on felt up for probably four or five seconds before I realised what was happening. As a reflex, I turned around and slapped the guy in the face. It wasn’t hard enough that it would sting or anything, but he definitely knew I was serious. I can’t remember exactly what I said because I was so fumingly angry, but it was a lot of stuff along the lines of ‘you don’t fucking do that, that’s not okay never pull that shit again’ until my friends realised there was something serious going on and pulled me away. I was almost shaking for a while until I calmed down. I’m in my early twenties, and I have been harassed both on the street and off since I was probably 14– I have literally no tolerance for it anymore.

Also, later in the night one of my friends that I was with got groped as well, but someone reached from behind her, like how you would wipe a baby’s bum, but from front to back. She had never had anything like that intense happen to her and was in shock at first, and was angry later. Pretty awful experience for the both of us.

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groping, Verbal

New Story: a Crowded Bus is a Crappy Excuse

I was on the 590 bus to work and a guy made space for me to sit on a packed bus. He then proceeded to talk to me sexually, touch my hair and fall asleep on my shoulder repeatedly.

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groping, Verbal

New Story: What are you going to do about it?

Washington DC, Shaw, Florida Ave NW. We passed each other in the crosswalk and he reached out and stroked my arm. I swerved out of the way and stared at him in shock. He looked back at me like “yeah, I did that, what are you gonna do about it?”

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groping, youth

Anna’s Story: You’re not fair game

I dance in a Showdance group that has performances in Cologne’s Carnival-season frequently.
We’re about 14 girls of different ages from 16-30.
This year we were at an event where we would be on stage for several hours, being the background dancers for some of the bands. While we were dancing in the back, some guys showed up on one side of the stage, but because there’s always about 6 bands,we all thought they were technicians. At some point they came on stage and joined us in ‘Schunkel’n. Nothing wrong with that,if not one of the guys had put his hand on the butt of one of our youngest team members and after she told him to stop groped another time. If we all had known this was going on, we would have kicked the guy off the stage. But she later said, that she didn’t know what to do,because of all the audience (we told her: BECAUSE of the audience she should have said something) First of all: We told her, that just because she dances, doesn’t mean she’s fair game.
We tried to search the guy, but he got away to fast. Unfortunately for him: Our teammember had showed him to us from far while he was leaving PLUS the guy was stupid enough to later on post onto the facebook-page of this event (“Who were the dancers with blabla…?”)
Fun fact: One of our girls is also a police officer. She had the girl confirm that that was the guy who had groped her and she pressed charges against him.
I wonder what his facial expression must’ve looked like when he got that letter…

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groping, Verbal

Johamma’s Story: Nadie dijo ni hizo nada

Paseando en el casco antiguo de Lugo, un señor de unos sesenta y pico años, fumando un puro, vino hacia mí de frente y me empujó y apretó entre su cuerpo y la pared diciendo “guapa quieres ser mi amiga?” Me libré de él, pero media hora después me piyó mirando un escaparate y volvió a empotrarme contra la pared. No pasó de ahí, no me sujetó al intentar marchar. Pero era pleno día y la calle estaba llena. Nadie dijo ni hizo nada ante esa situación …

Walking in the old town of Lugo, a man of about sixty-odd years, smoking a cigar, came straight towards me and pushed me and squeezed between his body and the wall saying “beautiful wanna be my friend?” I got rid of him, but half an hour later I was looking at a showcase and he trapped me back against the wall. It didn’t happen there, I was grabbed when trying to leave. But it was broad daylight and the street was full. Nobody said or did anything to this situation …

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groping, Nonverbal Harassment, Stalking

Ayla’s Story: Not so Mad about Memphis

Living in Memphis is a wonderful and terrible thing sometimes. There are a lot of fantastic things about this place, but the sexist and sexually violent attitude that permeates this area disgusts me.
I’ve lived here for nearly three years, and in that time, I have been followed, hollered at, groped, cussed at, and just made to feel like I am “less than”.
This city has a SERIOUS and frighteningly blasé attitude towards sexual assault/harassment and it needs to stop.

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groping, Story, Verbal

Meghan’s Story: “I will not be subject to a boys sick amusement!”

As I was walking to the last day of a volunteer training for a peer support program, I approached an intersection and was waiting for the light to change. From about 5 steps away I could see a young man (nope, boy) start to make his way towards me. Over my podcast, as he fell in step with me, I could here the “yeah babies,” kiss sounds, ect. (girls, you know what I am talking about). As always I gave my disgusted look, and then forced myself to stare straight, and ignore. As I was waiting to cross the street, with the boys words getting closer, I felt a hand on my rear. This was not your average “good game” pat, or a little pinch, which is bad enough! No this was the type of gesture that only the most intimate person in your life would do in private. This was a full on ass grab that immediately made me feel fear, violated, dirty, angry, sad, and embarrassed.
I told him to F off, and screamed as loud as I could to him. I went to chase after him but he was much quicker and was now far from me. And as to throw salt into the wound he skipped along, looking back, and laughed! He laughed and smiled and giggled at my fear and humiliation. Tears immediately welled up in my eyes, and I started back on my trek. As thoughts swam around my head, and a cauldron of feelings tried to boil over, I approached my destination, but not before another boy (this person was well over 40 but is no man in my eyes) was able to get in a few “damn girl you thick,” and “oh yeahs!”
I told a few people at the training, all were sympathetic to an extent but the overall feeling was “oh yeah, I hate when that happens!” IS THAT IT? Is that what women of our generation have become use to? Well not me, not anymore! I will not let this happen to me anymore, I will not be subject to a boys sick amusement!

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groping, Uncategorized, Verbal

Lynsey’s Story: Inappropriate Instructor

My driving instructor kept touching my hands and legs and making lewd comments

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groping, Uncategorized, Verbal

Emma’s Story: not so “friendly”

He may have thought he was being “friendly” but a middle aged man grabbed me on the shoulder without my permission while commenting about how I looked and it just left me feeling extremely uncomfortable.

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