I’d like to talk about something quite personal. And yes, I am indeed going to share that little something with the Internet.
Up until last year, I never really took this world seriously. There has always been a lot of discussion about it in the media, loads of campaigns, documentaries, trials and so on. I’ve always known it’s a serious thing. I’ve always known, in a way, what it is. But I never thought I’d ever experience it at such level at such young age (side note: I’m 15 and English isn’t my native language so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand).
Okay let’s be a bit more specific, my story is going to be about sexual harassment among 14-15 year old students at school.
It started about two years ago. You know, these basic dirty jokes taken to a next level, talking about sex openly in a way that is definitely not appropriate, some “accidental” touching here and there (you know what I mean) and everything that’s told to be normal among kids at that age.
This year, things have turned more out of control. Even more sexualizing, dirty comments, throwing paper pieces pretending it’s just “basketball” and hitting the “targets” is fun,
buy hey it’s a shirt not a basket and your targets are my breasts, my very normal breasts, every girl has them
boys taking inappropriate pictures of girls, cameras under skirts, cameras between boobs, cameras everywhere. Oh it’s just provocative clothing, wear large sweaters, they say. Cover your body, they say.
but hey what if I am wearing a large sweater, it won’t stop them
but hey I’m dressed in a very proper way
but hey I have every right to wear what I want
but hey why should I stop myself from wearing what I want because you know, I just might get raped
Touching, fumbling, pinching, grabbing, holding, squeezing… Opening your bras, pulling your shirt and skirt, taking off your sweater. They just need to get physical contact so, so bad they’d do anything. They just touch you all they time (side note: remember, I’m talking about 14-15 year old students)
but hey I don’t want you to touch me and NO, it’s not fun at all
Oh but why don’t you do anything, just defend yourself, they say.
but hey easier to say than do
Today during class when the teacher went out to print out some worksheets, I was writing a summary (side note: there were about 20 kids in the class). While I was writing, two boys attacked me from the sides and one from the back. They did all of the things mentioned above. Every. Single. Thing. Mentioned.
AND NO ONE, NOT A SINGLE PERSON IN THE CLASSROOM THOUGHT THAT THIS MIGHT BE SERIOUS. THEY DID NOTHING. THEY JUST SAT THERE (side note: I get along with my class extremely well, they are all my very dear friends).
“We thought you were enjoying this. You’ve always gone with it.”
But there was something new. This time they didn’t just open my bra. They took it off. They took off my pants, my tights. They took my courage. (side note: I did indeed defend myself every way I could)
At first, some of them laughed, some of them ignored.
Luckily for me, there happened to be one girl to come help me. But oh, the boys tried to use her too up until another girl joined (thanks to whom everything started to settle down again) and managed to get some other girls to help us out too.
When teachers steps echoed in the hallway, everyone got back to their seats. When the teacher stepped in, everything seemed to be as it had been before. Except my mood. Except that fact that everyone but the teacher knew something…
“Oh is she depressed now or something? Ha maybe she’s crying what a pussy.”
but hey, the only thing keeping me from being depressed was/is the fact that luckily, I wasn’t raped.
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