Anyone want to know what it's really like?
This is a first-hand account from an experiencer. (the bold is hers, not mine)
One of the things that many men fail to understand is how pervasive the sexual harassment, assault, etc is in a woman's life.
Just today I saw a comment from some guy who couldn't understand why all men were being blamed when only a 1000 or so men did this sort of thing.
Before I aged out of this sort of thing, probably 15-20% of the men I knew or saw out in public did something or said something or otherwise made me feel unsafe.
Millions of men have done something, not around a 1000.
Every time I walked anywhere in public, the sidewalk, a restaurant , a store, the halls of my school, I faced catcalls and some truly disgusting suggestions or stares.
This started at age 11 when I sadly went from a 6X little girls size to a 14 Missus. As if it wasn't bad enough to have your body change that drastically so fast, the part where I stopped being a person and started being an object was worse.
It wasn't just catcalls though. Boys in my class felt the need to snap my bra (that hurts in case you are notaware); they felt the need to grab my boobs; they felt the need to stare unwaveringly at my chest.
And not just boys in my class in school. Adult men did the same things. Every damn day, through my pre-teen and teen years, at least one person harassed me
And if I didn't feel safe in the public arena, home was worse. My father was emotionally abusive my wholelife. After I developed, he became sexually abusive as well. He forced kisses on the mouth with tongue(ewww, I have never enjoyed kissing since) and he grabbed the boobs daily. And the leers were always there as well.
In all those years, no person everstood up for me even though many witnessed what was happening. That taught me well that there was no one I could trust or turn to.
At once point I took a class at a men's college that was nearby. One of my classmates told me that by being on his campus, I was agreeing to sex with any man that wanted it. He was pre-law, If you were wondering what shapes the attitudes of judges that don't send convicted rapists to jail because it would ruin their their lives, this is it.
I went to work for the US Navy as a civilian employee in a job with 50% travel. I had my boss try to break into my hotel room at 3 am. I didn't open the door and the next day we both pretended it had not happened.
One guy I went on a date with suddenly said. “Hey you're pretty.” It was about two hours into the date and the very first time he had taken his eyes off the boobs to look at my face.
I got date raped twice by two different guys. I got raped by a coworker at a party after I lay down to sleep off some booze and I woke up to find him pounding away inside me. Why didn't I report it? I guess you forgot the part where junior high and high school made me realize that no one would ever stick up for me. And it was shortly after the next incident I am going to describe.
One day in the office, I was sitting there doing some mathematical calculations and concentrating very heavily, when Wham!, I was on the floor with a guy (who was a foot taller than me and weighed over 100 pounds more) on top of me trying to rip off my clothes. In the office, in full view of twenty other men. Not a one lifted a finger to help me. I don't know how I got him off me, but let's just say adrenaline is a wonderful thing.After, my boss (yeah the same one who later tried to break into my hotel room) called me into his office and told me that if I pressed charges, my career was over. Every single one of those 20 men told me they would lie under oath if I had the guy arrested.
I don’t hate men. I have known and worked with some really great guys. But it is not just a few bad apples and not just a few times in a woman’s life.
So what would you do?