#metoo Expressing my feelings makes me feel vulnerable. By being vulnerable, I open myself up to being hurt - but here I am in front of you sharing old and extremely unpleasant experiences encouraged by this movement.
For a long time, most women defined their own sexual harassment and assault as something unspoken, something private, something to be ashamed of acknowledging.
When I was 10 years old, a naked man chased me through an empty park.
When I was 15 years old, my chemistry professor rested his testicles (he was wearing very tighttrousers) on my table and smiled, insinuating his intentions in a very unsubtle manner.
When I was 18, a man touched my backside.
When I was 30, someone on a moped stopped me to ask directions. While I was replying I realised he was touching himself.
And these are only the things I've remembered in the last hour. I am not alone - neither are you.
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