Funnily enough (not), my 20-something adult son said to me today that he finally understands how frightening and relatively small my world must be compared to his.
He finally understands why I don't really like walking alone at night, getting in taxis on my own, answering the door at night if I'm home alone, being approached by stranger males at bus stops and train stations, being touched by men without my permission, being leered at, shouted at, etc etc etc.
He is thinking about why I'm always just a little bit afraid in a way he isn't. It's not because I'm 'neurotic' - it's because I'm a woman.