I was on a walk with my husband and my infant son when a teenage boy in the passenger seat of a car leans out and screamed something like “Damn, girl” as they drove past us. I couldn’t even say anything and was mortified in front of my family. It did not make me feel pretty or wanted…it made me feel angry and gross.

– KE

Location: Rosemount, MN

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A random shirtless man approached me on the skytrain platform with a “You need to get more sun” comment. When I said “What??” he re-stated. “You should go out in the sun more you are so white.” I gathered up my considerable heavy grocery’s and walked off the platform. I wish I had said something but was so mad I couldn’t even begin to think of a reply. I get these comments all the time. Just because I am a very fair skinned person doesn’t mean I should try to change my skin colour.

Seriously in what planet is this socially acceptable to even suggest. How this man feels enough ownership over my body to suggest to me a complete stranger that I alter it to suit his taste is beyond me.

– C

Location: Burnaby, BC, Canada at the New West skytrain station

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I am currently staying in Istanbul on my own before I to head out to a much sought after Theatre Research Center a bit further down the coast. I have been away from home for just over a month in America (I’m Australian).

I managed to get some sleep after a long flight and then I caught a Taxi into Taksim Square to try and buy a mobile phone, a map and to orientate myself.

So all in all feeling quite vulnerable, not speaking the language, first day, jet lag but i have travelled as a foreigner on my own before and just tried to do my best in my jet lagged-lonely-confused-frightened-excited state. Id only been out for an hour or two before I felt my eyes getting heavy and jumped in a taxi to get home. Tomorrow id figure out the public transport but id accomplished enough for today.

Right away this driver picks up I’m not Turkish because I hand him my address on a card and tries to charm me by offering in broken English to take me on a tour of the city. (Hell no he’d already quoted me double what the taxi cost to get in there. Areshole. But i was tired and just wanted to get home)

2 minutes later he rests his hand on my leg and I take it off. “Don’t do that,” I say.

Why did i jump into the front seat. I don’t normally do it only the last taxi I had gotten into didn’t have seatbelts in the back and my struggling brain thought it would save the hassle and get in the front.

Then despite my chilly reception he takes the liberty to stroke my hair away from my ear.

Again. “Don’t do that.’ If I was at home. If I spoke the language. I f I knew what part of Istanbul I was in I would have gotten out but i was frozen in fear and what was probably the beginnings of shock. Blatant breaching of personnel boundary like this often induces a ‘possum’ or ‘play dead’ effect so I try not to beat myself up too much considering what came next, I couldn’t have known.

His final disgusting move is to notice my seatbelt is loose and try and help me adjust it.

This is just two minuets of him sliding his hands over my breasts ignoring my saying ‘stop’ and forcefully pulling his hands off.

I’m home about 2 minutes later and throw some money at him to be rid of it.

Then the shock kicks in and for the next 24-48 hours I don’t want to leave my apartment. I don’t think I did. I burst into tears all of a sudden and I don’t want to wear anything remotely appropriate for the scorching hot weather here.

It was the worst introduction to a country ever. And its almost a week later and I still have guard up for any male anywhere near me me.

Luckily I had all my friends and family back home skyping with me for the immediate next 12 hours after the assault while I was working through the shock and some friends of friends here in Turkey met up with me a few days ago to help me find my feet here in the city.

They are truly champions and although I am still working through the shock, fear, anger etc of the incident I am really grateful to get to see the wonderful sides of human, men and women who rushed to my support and gave me every possible resource to recover.

– EJ Brennan

Location: Istanbul Taksim Square

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Unfortunately, this is not the first or last time I’ll be harassed. One day my mom picked me up from school and we went to the grocery store. I was tired and opted to wait in the car, mind you I was 14 at the time. I was just sitting in the car alone and this man (around 40) was staring at me while he was walking to his car. I kept looking at him and I’m sure i had an intimidated look because he was the only other person in that parking lot and I felt a bit panicked. I kept my cool and looked away but i felt like the guy was still staring so i looked back and he smirked, blew a kiss to me and winked.

I immediately made a disgusted face and that smirk that was marked on his face, he looked like he was happy or excited to see how uncomfortable he had made me feel. I didn’t tell my mom because I was embarrassed. I went to my room and teared up a bit, even though this man didn’t physical touch me I felt so violated and vulnerable.

I have many other stories that I might go about to posting but this one by far was one that stuck with me. I still remember his face and that ungodly smirk.

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Don’t ever let any man or harasser intimidate or scare you. Stick up for yourself and make sure you know your surroundings. Stay safe.

– Anonymous

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