My friend's daughter got raped a few months ago. It reminded me, despite the fact I knew it because of my own historical DV, of the absolute need to be nowhere near men in the aftermath.
I could not be around men (and I am just a family friend), her mother could not be around her own husband because he was male, and when the police sent round two burly policemen to talk to her after a specific request for a female officer, she shut down again for a few days losing crucial evidence. This is a visceral primal reaction of which you have no control over as a woman.
When I am reminded of what it means to actually be a woman at that level, it makes me angry to my core that people like India Willoughby are the way they are about women's rights.