My first (sexual) assault was age 7 on the school playground when a group of male classmates grabbed me at the end of the day, pinned me down on playground on my hands and knees while the ringleader pulled my pants down. Fortunately my mum came to look for me caught them and threatened to set our large dog on them.
I was assaulted mid-lesson at 12 when the teacher left the room. I was knocked to the ground pinned down and kissed on the face.
Stupid comments, light touching and not taking "no" for an answer in pubs/ night clubs was too numerous to recount. I wanted to socialise with friends and dance, not "pull".
The worst one was sleeping at a house party and waking up to find a male aquaintaince's hand in my pants having a play. I think I came perilously close to being raped and woke up just in time. Fortunately I managed to kick him hard in the face. I hope his neck hurt.
My route to/ from work as a student involved tracing the final walk of a teenager who was followed, raped and murdered by a stranger a few years earlier. The murderer was still at large at the time, several years away from a DNA match for a petty crime. It was a significant extension to walk by any other route. I thought of her on every journey, and not just because of passing her memorial close to where her poor body was left abandoned.
I don't hate men. I just don't know which men are the minority capable of committing these crimes on victims chosen purely because they were female and an opportunity presented itself.
I don't know which men are pleasant. I don't know which men will make innane comments. I don't know which men could be opportunists with violent desires.
When there have been assults and near misses on my running routes or surrounding areas, I often swerve for a while in case there is someone escalating to repeating. But I can't avoid forever because there's not enough places to enable that.
Some years back there was a repeat offender responsible for rapes and assualts on women in parks and nature reserves in the local area. When he was finally caught, it turned out that I ran past the end of his road.
Last year DM told me off for running solo. That would basically mean giving up running and all its positives in my life. If I ever became a victim of a crime so severe it was actually worth reporting, it's nice to know she'd victim blame me for having the audacity to run alone. She wouldn't blame the man.
As the classic book title says, "feel the fear and do it anyway"
But the fear is based on far too much reality and experience, both my own and of other local women/ girls.
And there I am tending to think that on the whole I've come off fairly lightly with my clubbing days being short and long ago; I don't tend to attract much catcalling. I only get a couple of inane van man comments per year, although I trail run a lot which reduces it.
It's only really on threads like this where I think about it and realise how much of it there is, and how young it started, but it wasn't recognised in the same way in schools when it happened to me in back in the 80s & 90s.