The trauma of street harassment is very, very real

The summer 2005 was the happiest summer of my life. Little did I know it would be the LAST happy summer in my life.

I had dressed into hippie clothes, long green skirt and a flowery sequined shirt. I went to the library to lend a DVD and then to the shop to buy candy to accompany it, and I saw this man with a ponytail (take note; if you see an old scruffy man with a ponytail, it basically screams STAY AWAY FROM HIM!) but I paid no attention to him.

Later when returning from the library, I walked past him when he was sitting on a park bench. He glared at me angrily and grunted: “Nice tits.”

I was horrified, but I could not do anything else than flip him off. He flipped me off with both of his hands, called me a “fucking asshole” and started cursing with his face up to the sky that all women are whores.

Result? I was traumatized so much (and it was not the first and last time when I get harassed) that I became suicidal, and later I was taken to a mental hospital (where I was still harassed). I have been in the loony bin three times and I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia, bipolar and mid- severe depression. I still take medication for it, and every single fucking day I hear his voice, and all the other dude’s who have made my life hell.

Who said men are the superior sex? They’re the nothing but the things they describe women: attention whores.

Submitted by Miia (Pardon my English)

One response to “The trauma of street harassment is very, very real

  1. You are incredibly brave to live with this kind of trauma. I have experienced harassment like this (to a certain degree) and I admit that it’s made me feel suicidal/homicidal as well. This is how I believe sex offenders want you to feel. The most important thing is that you never give up and always fight your attackers. Good luck. 🙂

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