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I’ve been living in Glasgow for just under six months now, as a student. I’m living in a somewhat rough area and i’m well aware it’s not safe to wander around at night on my own. However, this incident took place at about 5pm on a weekday night, in a park just down the road from my dorms. I was walking back from a lecture with two of my flatmates and we cut through a small park, as we normally do. A man emerged from the bushes, completely naked from the waist down and touching himself, and started following us up the path. We tried to ignore him and started to walk a bit quicker but as he got closer and closer to my flatmate, who was behind me, I reacted. I screamed and swore at him but he just seemed to enjoy this, and laughed in my face. He followed us through the park and disappeared when my flatmate got her phone out to call the police – who incidentally never caught him and whose only advice was to avoid that park in future.
So obviously, living in a foreign city after growing up in a small town i’m wary; this really shook my confidence. I experienced panic attacks and ended up missing some important deadlines as a result of this incident, as I felt unsafe leaving the flat. I’m glad I shouted at/reported him but I am frustrated that I can’t feel at home in this area anymore.
I was walking down a street to my friend’s house when I noticed a white car moving slowly behind me. A couple blocks later, the car pulled up next to me and a bunch of guys stuck they’re heads out and yelled things like “Hey girly” and “Where you goin’ baby”, some of them whistled, so I yelled “I’m not your dog!” And they drove away quickly, one of them yelling “Fuckin bitch!” As they drove away.
I had gone to the store with my mom. As usual, I left her to get the things I needed when I realized this older man was always around me. I thought I was being paranoid about it since I get paranoid easily. However, as I was looking through the music section, he walks by really close and whispers “mm mm mmmm” to where I could hear.
I looked right at him and he looked me dead in the eyes and I ran away. I found some loose but sharp screws lying on a shelf so I put them between my knuckles in case he came near me again. He kept following me so I kept walking the other way. I’m not going back to that store for a long time.
At around 22:45 on Wednesday, December 18th, I was walking from work to a restaurant that is open all night with free wifi with the intentions of finishing my last papers of the semester. It isn’t particularly cold out right now, but I expect it will be later, so I brought an incredibly large down coat. When I was about two blocks away from the restaurant, a car full of men screamed at me to show them my tits.
It is dark out and I was by myself, but I have walked this route many times before without issue, so I didn’t react. When I didn’t react, they turned around and continued yelling. I was nearing the restaurant, so I crossed through the parking lot at the same time that two older gentlemen did. I opened the door and they followed me in, so the hostess assumed we were together. When she offered to set a table for three, I said “No, just one.” The men behind me, who are easily older than my father, told me that she could set a table for three if I wanted, and I refused staunchly. They called me a bitch as I followed the hostess to a table. I am so furious that I am shaking.
The picture is a selfie I took a while back in the coat for reference. It is several sizes too large for layering purposes, and it literally goes down to the tops of my boots.
Two men in their twenties followed me while I was walking to the store. They repeatedly made sexual comments about my body and followed me about two blocks to the store front before they left.
Last week I was coming from work at 8 pm and I walked trough the park in the center of my city. It’s almost summer so it was full of people, yet this guy (I think he was my age) told me it was “dangerous for a beautiful girl like me to be alone.” I just kept walking so he would leave me alone, but he followed me for five blocks asking me for my number, wanting to know if I was single, if the food I was carrying was enough for him too and offering himself to be my bodyguard.
I told him that I was not interested, yet he insisted and I told him to leave me alone, he said “don’t be so rude, I just wanted to get to know you” Then I started crying until I finally got to a store that was open and he just went away.
So after this traumatic experience when all I could think while it was happening was “he’s going to rape me or murder me”, I went to Facebook the next day because I needed to talk about it and maybe get some support. I wrote “So yesterday this guy followed me for five blocks after work, why some people can’t accept ‘no’ for an answer? I never had been so scared in my life” and I received answers (all from girls) like “I feel so lucky that I’m not attractive”, “you’re a heartbreaker” “you should have gave him a wrong number and problem solved” and when I responded and said I felt threathened, some “friend” told me I was exaggerating, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
It was a big deal for me, even tho I (like pretty much every female) have been dealing with this since I was 11. I have social anxiety and this is the kind of thing that I just can’t face and I would really like to end forever.
Walking back from the fast station, I refused to give six individuals a cigarette so the group decided to follow me all the way home, all the while being screamed at and threatened. It was horrifying.
I was walking to work and a man in a green sweater started talking about my thigh length socks. I told him I didnt want to talk to him and kept walking. He screamed bitch and whore at me as i walked 2 blocks.
I WALKED TWO BLOCKS TODAY!!! I HATE IT. I CRIED AND HAD TO LEAVE WORK. I CANNOT TAKE IT!!!! WHY DO THEY DO THIS?????
Me and my friend were just getting out of a concert and started heading to this marketplace across the street. It was pretty empty by then and we just sat down, having some drinks, looking over our pictures from the concert when some guy started walking towards us. The way he looked at us made us really uncomfortable so we got up and started walking away. We took a turn thinking he would go about the rest of his night but he kept following us. We ended up speed walking until we found some security guards and stood by them. Then we turned around and the man was gone. We were so frightened and I honestly thought we wouldn’t be able to outrun him.
I was driving to grab some lunch earlier today and I had just turned onto the main street from the little street my apartment is off of when a man in a big SUV slowed way down so he could do typical creep things like smile/wave/wink/etc at me while we drove side by side.
I eventually was able to get over and behind him, thinking this would be enough to make him continue with his day, but no. He got back over so that he could get behind my car. I was nearing my destination so I took a really sharp, signal-less right turn to go into the side driveway of the plaza, in the hopes that would lose him. It didn’t. He had to slam on his brakes and do a hard right turn also to stay behind me. I did another immediate, signal-less right turn into the plaza and it all happened so fast that he didn’t have time to turn in and follow me. I parked my car and sat there for a few seconds looking around to make sure he didn’t come in a different way. I didn’t see any sign of him so I got out of my car and started to quickly walk toward the restaurant.
Guess who I see over to the left driving up and down the aisles of parked cars?! Yep, him.(keep in mind this is a huge plaza, I could have gone anywhere and he found it worth it to try and find me) Guess who pulls up like he is about to leave the plaza but then spots me at the last second and sits there in his car staring and smiling and waving? YEP! Him! I walked quick with my head down across the street into the restaurant. I couldn’t stop shaking and I could barely talk enough to order my food, I was so scared.
I got my food and I went to leave. I got my self defense cat and my phone ready, just in case, but there was no sign of him anywhere. I got to my car and jumped in and locked the doors. I checked all around my car to see if he was anywhere to be seen and he wasn’t. I went home a different, longer way so I could see if he was following me again and he wasn’t. I got home and I broke down crying to my husband on the phone. Fuck that guy. Fuck him for being able to ruin my whole day in the matter of minutes. Fuck him for thinking that was an ok thing to do.