It was early in the night, I was minding my own business, riding my bike home (with my body entirely covered, not that it matters), when one of the guards in my neighbourhood saw me pass by his side. I was about to wave/nod at him since I’ve “known” him for years when I heard him say all kinds of perverted things at me, plus give a very dirty and unnerving look.
I turned around and kept my speed as I looked at him with an appalling look on my face so that he saw who I was (one of the people who pay him for making sure streets are safe, ironically).
I’d been greeting him with a smile on my face for two years and now I avoid walking past that block since I feel so ashamed for what he did and… he’s still there!
This is only one case out of an uncountable amount of harassment I cope with on a daily basis, which is very consuming of my time and energy and comes from both familiar and unfamiliar faces around where I live (which is a highly-regarded neighbourhood by the society…)
Optional: Do you have any suggestions for dealing with harassers and/or ending street harassment in general?
Unfortunately, due to the amount of insecurity in the streets of Buenos Aires, I’ve been told by professionals to keep minding my own business so as to preserve my physical safety. I don’t know how to react anymore, which has negative effects on my mental health
– Anonymous
Location: Buenos Aires, Argentina
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