I started reading this thread as it popped up in active, looking at the question thinking 'nope not me.' My assumption was rape = sexual assault. Thinking 'I'm so lucky that never happened to me, I don't know anyone who has been raped.' Then I read a few comments further and realised actually yes, I've been groped many times starting as a young child. Yes, I've been sexually assaulted, and so have most women I know. And I've never framed it that way before.
The earliest I remember was when I'd just started high school, so 11, being at a bus stop and suddenly an older boy from the school maybe around 15, just walked right up to me, leaned all his body weight against me and unzipped my coat, while sorting of licking his lips and flicking his tongue at me. I had no idea what to do, looked around for help, other adults including older women just looking on with no reactions. Not bothered. I can't remember what I did or how I got out of the situation.
A few years later, walked down a quiet school corridor and a boy walking the opposite way randomly grabbed hold of my boob. A few weeks later our form tutor had a meeting with all the girls about this random boob grabber, warning us to be careful and not ever be alone on corridors and always report anything. So he/they were doing it to multiple girls, but we were the ones who had to change our behaviour.
Also on a school trip to Paris, in the lift going up the Eiffel Tower a lad in my year grabbed my boob. Just grabbed it, out of nowhere. Made a joke while blatantly doing it in front of our friends. Surrounded by adults, other tourists, they fucking laughed.
Later going out to bars, pubs etc constantly getting felt up, ground on, groped but I thought that was ok, it's just what happened because my body was there for men to touch. Those first incidents and lack of adult protection taught me this was normal and it's how men show approval. I can't believe how conditioned into acceptance I was. I remember my mum saying for years she got the same bus to work and a bloke sat behind her touching her hair and sniffing it, she doesn't know why she didn't do anything except 'there was nothing to be done.'