Vicious harassment


The following is not my work but when I read it, I cried my heart out. This is a pure and true description of what a woman has to go through in order to sustain. I hope you guys like it. 🙂
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When I was six years old, I gave my first blowjob. “It’s a game”, said He. “Don’t you want to play?”
It was too big, and I threw up on him.
He said I’d do better the next time.

When I was seven years old, I watched a group of fellow second graders cheer as a boy in my class tried to kiss me. He hugged me from behind, giggling all the while.
I threw sand in his eyes, and was sent to the Principal.

When I was eight years old, I had an elderly teacher ask me to stay behind in class. He carried me on his shoulders, and called me pretty. “Teacher’s Pet!” my friends declared, the envy visible
on their faces.
They ignored me at lunch that day.

When I was nine years old, an older girl on the school bus would ask me to lift my skirt up for her.
She was pretty and kind, and told me that I could only be her friend if I did what she said.
I wanted to be her friend.

When I was ten years old, a relative demanded that he get a kiss on the cheek every time we met.
He was large and loud, and I proceeded to hide under my bed whenever I learnt that he was visiting.
I was known as a rude child.

When I was eleven, my auto-man told me that we would only leave if I gave him a hug every day.
He smelled like cheap soap and cigarettes.

When I was twelve years old, I watched as a man on the street touched my mother’s breast as he passed us.
She slapped him amidst the shouts of onlookers telling her to calm down.
She didn’t calm down.

When I was thirteen years old, I exited a restaurant only to see a man visibly masturbating as he walked towards me. As he passed, he winked lasciviously.
My friends and I shifted our gazes down, aghast.

When I was fourteen, a young man in an expensive car followed me home as I walked back from an evening class. I ignored his offer to give me a ride, and I panicked when he got out, only to buy me a box of chocolate
that I refused. He parked at the end of my road, and didn’t go away for an hour.
“It turns me on to see you so scared.”

When I was fifteen, I was groped on a bus. It was with a heart full of shame that I confided in a
friend, only to be met with his anger and disappointment that I had not shouted at the
molester at the time when it happened. My soft protests of being afraid and alone were
drowned out as he berated my inaction. To him, my passiveness and silence were the reasons
why things like this continue to happen.
He did not wait for my response.

When I was sixteen, I discovered that Facebook had a section of inbox messages named ‘others’, which contained those mails received from strangers,
automatically stored as spam.
Curious, I opened it to find numerous messages from men I had never seen before. I was propositioned, called sexy, asked for nudes, and insulted.
Delete message.

When I was seventeen, I called for help as a drunken man tried to sexually harass me in a crowded street.
The people around me seemed to walk by quicker.

At eighteen, I was told that sexism doesn’t exist in modern society.
I was told that harassment couldn’t be as bad as us
women make it out to be.
That I should watch what I wear.

Never mind you were six, never mind you were wearing pink pajamas.
That I should be louder.
But not too loud, a lady must be polite.
That I should always ask for help.
But stop overreacting, there’s a difference.
That I should stay in at night, because it isn’t safe.
You can’t get harassed in broad daylight.
That I should always travel with no less than two boys with me.
You need to be protected.
That it can’t be that hard to be a girl.

I am now nineteen years old.
I am now tired.

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14 Comments Add yours

  1. Aashiv Kumar says:

    Actually not only girls but boys also faced this in their childhood. I know so many of them and I’m one of them. Mine was not that loud but it wasn’t vicious, then I told that incident immediately to my parents they took action against him. I was 7 years old at that time. I know how it feels. Thanks for writing this. khushboo. 🙂

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    1. I hope you’re okay. And thanks. 🙂

      Like

  2. Saiz says:

    Saddening it is!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I know right!? 😦

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      1. Saiz says:

        ‘Man is the cruelest animal’ is so true by Friedrich Nietzche.
        This world is converging to an end very soon no doubt, because its getting worse each new day.

        You have a nice writing style though. 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

      2. I so agree with every word you just said and hey! You too. Thanks. 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

      3. Saiz says:

        Gave the judgement without even going through my blog. Quite sumptuous! 😉
        Just kidding. Well! Check out my blog too. In your spare time indeed. 😛

        Liked by 1 person

      4. Lol, I “stalked” your blog hard enough in order to comment. 😛 So relax.

        Liked by 1 person

      5. Saiz says:

        No offence Mam…chill…chill 😀

        Liked by 1 person

  3. Powerful and you used the right word VICIOUS but words can’t help much stop this shit.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. This is so SO true. Powerful!

    Liked by 1 person

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