I was assaulted by a sports instructor when I was 10. I wasn't alone, he was quite open about it in front of the kids (all around 9-14yrs of age).
He talked about the older girls' boobs and how careful he had to be demonstrating the activity with them so that he didn't hurt them.
He used to demonstrate on the younger girls and kiss us on the lips when his full weight was on us and we couldn't move.
He used to pinch and smack us on the bottom/thighs when we were doing the activity with each other and couldn't get away.
I told my mother one day. She was so cross with me for saying such things. I wasn't allowed to mention it again.
It wasn't until another girl's mum called mine, because her daughter had told her the same after she'd asked about bruises on her bum, that I was allowed to stop going.
I realised then both because of what had happened and my mother's reaction that I didn't really matter very much.
I escaped a rape attempt when I was 17 - didn't tell my mother until I had a panic attack and couldn't leave the house 6 months later. I told her and she, again, was cross and said it had been my own fault for going out with my friend in the evening.
When I was raped 4 years later, I didn't tell anyone.
My dad hit me growing up. I dumped the few boys who didn't because I'd been fed the "I only hit you because I love you" narratives so many times that I just accepted it and genuinely thought that if someone didn't hit me it was because they didn't care enough.
I know that other girls/women have experienced so much worse that I feel a bit ridiculous for even mentioning this. I see what happened to me (the stuff I've detailed and the endless, ongoing catalogue of things I haven't) as being 'normal' and everyday. I don't know anyone who doesn't have a similar/worse tale to tell.
It wasn't until I discovered MN in my 30s that I really 'got' that men don't hit you because they love you and that it's actually ok to say "no" to a date/to sex/to men...
I'm not scared of men but I am wary and I make no apology for that.
If men try getting all namalt-y with me I tell them to take it up with all the men who are like that and not the women who are trying to protect ourselves against them.
Why is it always our responsibility?
Our responsibility to make sure we're not attacked.
Our responsibility to make sure men don't feel bad that we're wary.
Our responsibility when we fail at both of those...
(Obvs rules of misogyny, I know that...)