I am pretty sure that every woman has been touched and fondled inappropriately once in their life. I have gone through my entire life without being raped. I am lucky, I guess.
I always do the so-called “right” things. I don’t go to clubs. I don’t get drunk around strange men. I don’t wander at night. I don’t go to men’s apartments. I endeavor not to be alone with anyone I don’t know. I don’t dress sexy in front of my male boss.
**Which is why telling us to do the “right” things is frankly, so much bullshit. **Because even after all that I have been fondled and molested. Once by my own dad. Now if that’s not a man thinking he had a right to touch someone without asking their permission nothing is. I am grateful he came to his senses but it still happened three times. Once was in high school. I was at my locker, going through my stuff, and a boy ran by and grabbed my crotch, roughly, and ran off. I found it later they did it to all the freshmen. That’s right, I was fourteen.
Once I got a phone call. A man answered and asked for my dad. I was about eight, and had been taught never to say I was home alone, so I said he was in the shower. What did he say? “Why don’t you join him in there, honey?” in the most laviscious tone imaginable. I’m 37 and haven’t forgotten that call.
And the sad thing is? Those are the incidents that stand out in my mind. I don’t even remember the times a guy thought he could grab a little too much, kiss even when I didn’t want to, touch where he wasn’t allowed. Those things all fade because we all get them.
My autistic friend got groped walking through a sliding door. I tell you this: she is not pretty. Not at all. But for no reason at all, some man decided it was OK to grab her ass and squeeze, hard.
We’re not even counting the comments now. Comments yelled from a car, or as you’re walking down the street. When I see a group of young men milling around, I cross the street.
And yet I still sleep with men and still want them. Go figure. :rolleyes: Now that I’m grown up I can handle myself and have less fear. But you know, I love my SO and I trust him completely, but we were play-wrestling one day a few weeks ago and I was reminded once again that if he wasn’t the good man he was and decided to do something I could not fight him. I outweigh him but he is taller than me…but he is so much stronger than me. And that’s how it is all the time. Every man (almost) is stronger than me. So you get a few of these incidents in your life and you become cautious. And then we get scolded for being aware - not afraid, but aware - of our surroundings everywhere we go. And when we let our guard down, we get scolded for that, too.