Being flashed at by a random guy who used to wait for the university women's rowing team. I mean, we practised at 630 in the morning in fucking November. That's some dedication.
Being shouted at by a random man when I was my mum to "leave your parents and run away with us".
At uni, in a house share with only one way out of the street and a small, homely pub at the end. Some men doing some work on it for a couple of weeks. Every time I cycled or walked past, every time, they'd be screaming and hooting.
I now work as an academic and the last institution I worked at was a large Russell. During "campus development" there were multiple building sites around. Men shouted at me and mimed sex. To other women lecturers, as well. No one did anything.
I now live in a safe, decent neighbourhood with a neighbourhood pub at the end of the street. When I was pregnant with my twins and going for an evening walk, I got screamed at for being a fat cunt.
Etc, etc, fucking etc.
And that is again apart from the assaults, which include a family dr when I was under 12.
Yes, this is why we need women's spaces and why I don't see male HCP unless there is really no choice, and I don't really give a fuck whose feelings that hurts.