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Salía a sacar la basura y un señor, completamente desconocido, que lucía sobrio y decente, me abrazó y apretó hacia su cuerpo mientras colocaba las bolsas de basura en su lugar, por suerte pude gritar y safarme dándole un codaso en el estómago ...sin embargo, huyó muy rápido...literalmente yo solo salí a sacar la basura, nunca imaginé que algo así podría pasar a plena luz del día a dos pasos…

A guy pulled up beside me in his car, hung all the way out, and shouted “hey baby”. I am a teenager and he was a man, I was wearing a regular T-shirt and leggings. So moral of the story pedos back off.

I’ve lived in this neighborhood in Harlem by myself for 4 years and within those 4 years, I’ve dealt with feeling unsafe and uncomfortable because of the men that live over here. Throughout those years, I was fondled TWICE by two different dudes, I got my arm grabbed one early morning heading to work, and just being harassed regularly by men who hang out on the corner near my house.…

I’m in high school and was sitting in math class. I was placed next to a boy who has had a crush on me since middle school. I have red hair and he says “I hear redheads are crazy in bed...” and he stares at me like I know how to respond to that. I’m shocked and feel really awkward because we sit at the front of the classroom and…

I was running errands on my bike and pulled over outside a used bookstore to browse through boxes of free books on their front steps. A man approached me and called out "Book thief" jokingly to try and get me to engage; I ignored him. He asked me if he could "ask me a question." I shook my head "no" without looking at him and continued to look at the…

Íbamos mi amiga y yo bailando por la calle al salir de cenar sobre las 12 de la noche (y yendo en dirección a buscar a mi novio al trabajo), cuando un señor se cambió de acera para ponerse a nuestra altura de manera un tanto extraña y nos llamó "juguetitos de arte", como si fuésemos el juguete de un perro. Señor mayor vestido con traje y con el pelo…

I was walking on Ipanema beach promenade. I was just texting a Friend so she could come and pick me up when a kid of not older than 16, grabbed my phone and tried to steal it. I play rugby, so as a quick response I made my body small and hold on tightly to my phone. However, he managed to get it and ran for the hills. Me and…

It's was a snowy afternoon in NYC. I was coming from work as I got off the bus all I can do is think about was not falling and getting hurt. All I wanted was to get home however, the guy behind me had a different mission. He was about 5'7 with big white headphones on his neck. He wore a black jacket and though I attempted to get a…

Sobre las 10 de la mañana voy dando un paseo tan tranquila hasta casa. En un trayecto de unos 15min, fui acosada verbalmente por hombres, como no... Desde sus coches. Tirándome besitos y haciendo ruidos como si fuera un perro al que están llamando, para ellos es gracioso se ríen y ya está. Yo ahora tengo la sensación de que no valgo nada y me han dejado mal cuerpo para…

It’s not super bad, but I’d like to be able to wait for the bus without people blowing kisses and stuff like that. Ew.

I don't know if I should name it harassment but it wasn't comfortable at all and now that I am in my room, I don't feel good about whatever happened. I am 16, a high school girl. I was returning home from my school. I took a public van as I always do. It was a three-people seat and there was a girl (19 maybe) sitting beside me. A person…

I was waiting for the bus and an old homeless man sat right next to me on the bench. First, he offered me food and I declined (I was being polite because I think all human beings are deserving of respect). He then proceeded to keep talking to me and followed me onto the bus. The entire bus was practically empty and he sat right next to me. He kept…

Well, it’s still a rocky road for me to talk about this. I’m currently trying to process what has happened to me in therapy, and along with this, being diagnosed with PTSD is only making it harder. My first kind of encounter was when I was 6 years old. My older step sister (my mom married again and he had two kids) began groping me and putting her privates against…

I was followed for a couple of blocks by a young man with red hair in a silver car. He honked at my as he turned a corner and yelled something I didn't catch out his window when I turned to look at him, then drove away.

Este individuo todos los días desde hace bastante tiempo me lo encuentro o detrás de mí o de frente pero todos los días,me siento intimidada por este individuo.