I experienced sexual violence as a frequent event from the age of 15 to 20. I have been assaulted, raped, anally raped, I won't go on.
I dragged myself out of homelessness, substance abuse, got myself a degree, a professional job.
I went from hanging about with unsanitary types, to hanging about with the children of judges, preachers, lawyers.
And I saw the same level of sexual violence there as I did in the gutter. Women's insecurities and vulnerabilities being predated on. The vulnerabilities were no longer drink and drug abuse, but rather fear of what parents would think, fear of causing offence, a feeling of obligation to make men happy.
I have had friends come to me 'I didn't want to but...' all through my life.
And now I'm a comfortably married SAHM to a high earner, guess what. I hear it from married friends too.
The problem is not a few nasty rapists taking advantage of a few pissheads, and if only people were sensible they'd be safe. The problem is endemic, behind ordinary front doors in ordinary streets. In gated compounds and the gutters in front of them. It's everywhere. And rape myths only serve to make people think it's a small problem that only happens to other people.