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Walking out of the mall today—surprised that I had gotten through my shopping today without being catcalled—when a man waiting for the bus outside whistled at me and said, “How you doin’ sweet girl?” He had to be at least 30 years old. I am 17.
A man in the alley drove passed me. He backs up to keep harassing me. I told him “No!” many times, and at one point he used his car to block me in between his car and a metal trash can. He only left when I threatened to cut his balls off.
I started getting harassed when I was 11 years old. The worst incident was when I was 13. I walked to and home from school every day and I went to Catholic school, so I had to wear a uniform. This man started following me in his car, trying to get me to get in. I was scared, so I went in to the nearest store, a White Hen. I told the male cashier what was happening, and he stood at the window with me and watched while the man circled the block 5 times. Finally he thought it was safe, so I finished walking home by myself. I told my parents, and they did nothing. I still had to walk by myself. I have been groped, whistled at, and followed by boys and men many times, all ages, all races. I am 42 now and have an autistic son that doesn’t speak, and it still happens. I am more likely to say something when they do it in front of my son.
I was on my way home from work, and was on the blue line train. I had seen a man passing through the cars, and thought he looked like he was up to no good. So I kept an eye on him. He left the car I was in, so I went back to reading. I got up to get off the train at Logan Square, and still didn’t see him anywhere. I was standing up waiting for the train to come to a stop and to get off, and had my hand up on the pole holding on, when I was shocked to feel a hand cover my hand and a body up against behind me, trapping me by the doors of the train, it was the man I had seen before. I quickly pulled my hand out of under his and moved away. He said, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t see you there”…. It made me feel so dirty, I had to put hand sanitizer on my hand where his had held mine against the pole. Next time I get a bad feeling about a guy I’m taking a photo of him immediately that way I have evidence in case they do something like that again.
I was biking to meet a friend downtown when I came to a stop sign in front of a one way street. There was no one around but an old man sitting in his walker at the corner. He proceeded to yell “Damn girl, you are one fine piece of…” The last part was too jumbled to make out. At that moment I had my chance to cross but I highly regret not standing up for myself or at least flick him off. When I met my friend, I told him right away and he comforted me and made me feel better. MYBODYISNOTFORYOU!
I was on the train during rush hour, just trying to get home. We are all crammed in the car, annoying but manageable. I saw a woman behind me at some point, and I thought I felt her purse on my butt. I didn’t think much of it for a moment, but then the pressure was still there after moving. I turned around, and the woman was not behind me, but a man in some basketball jersey and shorts right on top of me, his erection pressed into me. He immediately got off as the train pulled into the stop, so I could not see what he looked like. But I just froze, I felt sick, I felt violated. The people adjacent to me could see how close he was behind me, and didn’t do anything. Didn’t say anything to him, didn’t tell me that I should move. I just looked at them and felt even worse. I felt like I let him do it, and so did they. I am paranoid on the train now. I wonder why anyone thinks they have the right to do that to me, or anyone else. I want to be able to stand up for myself, without the fear that he may retaliate in some form or another.
I was on my bike waiting for a red light, I was on my way home from work and it was probably just pasted midnight. A man on a bike rides across through his green light and shouts, “Heeey baby, why don’t you join us?” Two others on bikes who I think were his friends just waved.
After working a Saturday morning shift, I was meeting my husband at Ba Le for sandwiches. He wasn’t there yet, so I walked up and down the block, killing time and enjoying the weather. A man who appeared to be drunk sidled up to me and said, “Let’s take a walk on the wild side.”
“Let’s not,” I replied.
He mumbled something I couldn’t understand, except for the words “inappropriate” and “sorry,” and shuffled away.