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I’ve had guys honk and whistle at me since I was 13. I’m only 14 and these harrasments have been happening to me for a year now. One day I was waiting at a bus shelter, this college student wanted to know who I was where I was going and asked to shake my hand, I refused so he began to grab me, I kicked him in the balls and ran away. Never in my life had I felt so violated. I hated it. Last night a bunch of guys started to whistle and shit. I told them they were being pigs.. I wish it would stop.
Yesterday (Friday, August 1st), I was taking the 92 bus from Anderson station at around 8:30pm
A gangly young guy (can’t be more than 25) was standing in front of the bus shelter. He was skinny, tall (maybe about 6′) and wearing glasses.
I walked into the bus shelter, trying to sit down. He started to talk to me like he knew me, while standing very close. I had my earphone in and didn’t catch what he said, and he didn’t look familiar to me, so I took out my earphone and asked “do I know you?”.
He said “Hi I’m Steve” and put up his right hand for me to high-five.
My alarms were going off, so I ignored him and sat down in the bus shelter. He tried to talk to me again, so I put in my earphone again. He then went to another young woman and appeared to try the same thing; I saw him do the high-five, and the young woman indulged him.
On the bus, the guy and an unlucky girl were sitting right in front of me.
The guy kept on talking to her, while the girl was turning her body and head towards the window, trying to ignore him.
When he was distracted talking to other girls on the bus, I tapped the girl on the shoulder, and asked her “is he bothering you?”. She nodded.
I then did something really stupid. What I was trying to do was to pretend I know her, and hopefully extract her from the situation. But I started with “Are you Katy?”, which made me seem totally unhinged. So of course the girl said “no, I’m not”. I realized my mistake, and apologized.
About 15 min after that, the girl stood up, and made the guy let her out, and changed to the seat behind me.
The guy got off in the Prestwick area.
Immediately after he got off, the girl tapped me on the shoulder, and thanked me for trying to watch out for her (so I didn’t come off as a total weirdo as I feared).
She said he also went up to her and started talking like he knew her AND he tried to grope her on the bus.
Someone walked up to me from behind when I was heading to walk on Highfield, towards southwest. The person kept on hovering behind me to my left, so I turned to look at him.
It was a guy in his 20s, medium built, and had his dick in his hand, masturbating.
I tried to punch him. After only landing a pathetic punch on his shoulder, he turned and ran.
I was pretty shaken up, and didn’t think to take a picture of him until he was very far away. And I didn’t call the police until I got to work, and by the time they got there, it was at least 20 min after the incident.
The police went around the area, but they really had very little to go on. I can’t recall what the guy looked like exactly, and I didn’t leave a mark on him when I hit him.
This happened on July 18th, just before 9am. I got a bit of a freakout yesterday (August 1st, also a Friday). I was getting a ride home at around 5:30pm, and thought I saw the same guy jogging on 42 Ave SE, around 9 St SE.
The police did say that the guy was likely someone who frequent that area, and told me to call if I see him again.
But I really couldn’t positively identify the guy, so I didn’t call.
So I just would like to warn any women/girls who are around that area to be careful, and call the police ASAP if anything like that happens.
About the photo: like I said, he was very far away, and there’s really no way to identify him from that, but I thought I’d include it for completeness sake. He’s at the center of the picture, in a blue shirt, running towards the far building.
After a school event in downtown, I had no other choice but to take transit home. There was also a hockey game finishing up, and on my way into the station a man and friends in their early 20′s whistled at me and asked how much I charge hourly and if I do group rates. I kept on my way and one of the guys jumped out of the car and followed me, asking why I wouldn’t come with them. As the train arrived he nearly spit on me and yelled “whatever your loss dumb slut”
While out celebrating with friends on Whyte, I was groped by a young man at the bar. I was standing with some friends when I knocked a guys arm that was standing behind me forcing him to drop the money in his hand. I quickly turned around and picked it up placing it on the bar while apologizing. He gave me that smug look, picked up the money, and stuck his hand inside my shirt to cup my breast. He left the money in my bra letting my know I could keep it.
It took a second to respond to him, but all he could do was scoff at me when I told him he was a disgusting pig with no right. Worst part was he was standing with another girl and she did nothing. Then to him and his other friends I was the “crazy girl” that they attempted to grope on the dance floor following this incident.
Needless to say they got an earful, but it completely ruined my night and left me confused as to why I cannot feel comfortable leaving my home.
This isn’t the worst of my experiences unfortunately, just the most recent. I feel like I will never feel safe and at ease when I leave the house or when I’m walking, driving, on the phone at work, getting coffee, going out, buying gas, waiting for the bus and at school I am assaulted both verbally and physically and don’t feel anything more than an object or a toy to play with. I’m 21 with a trust complex and because of it have never once been in a relationship. I’ll either be a crazy cat lady or holding down a lot of assault charges once I start kneeing men in the balls.
Went to get a bagel on my break from Tim Horton’s. As usual, a group of older and rough around the edges men were hanging out the front with their coffees. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked past them to go in, making me uncomfortable, but this is usually as far as it goes here (there are usually these types of groups outside this location). However, on the way out past them again, one of them says to me “Hi, darlin’” and as I don’t respond and keep walking past, “How ya doing?” etc.
I wish I had responded in the moment and told him to shut his nasty mouth, but I didn’t. I know this is far from the worst story on here, but I’m just so sick of little things like this happening all the time to me in my neighborhood. I feel violated and objectified and pissed off. Because I didn’t have a chance to reply in the moment, this is my reply: I am NOT your fucking darling, shut your nasty mouth, asshole.
On my evening jog I was crossing Callingwood Rd at 189st and a firetruck drove by and the men inside (in uniform) were honking and calling out at me. It was so inappropriate and incredibly uncomfortable (not to mention the horn was deafening because it was designed to alert cars of the presence of an emergency vehicle not to harass women). I feel that City equipment should be spent on saving lives and keeping the community safe rather than harassing female joggers and making them feel uncomfortable in their own community. This kind of treatment from City employees is completely unprofessional and disgraceful.
This was the first of many experiences of street harassment that I have faced over the years and is the one I remember most clearly. I was 13, waiting by the theatre in Chinook Centre on the phone with a friend who was running behind. I saw a man staring at me from beside Chapters, so I turned to face the theatre. I thought he would leave at that point but instead he felt my movement as an invitation to approach me. He came and stood right in front of me and said, “So you’re going to talk to your friend before you talk to me?” He was probably in his mid 40s, looked like he’d been up all night and had a black eye. I didn’t know what to do so I told my friend to give me a second and said, “Excuse me?” He smiled creepily and asked me how old I was. I might not have been the most naïve person but I was sheltered growing up so I had no idea what to do. I was panicking so I tried to keep my cool and responded by saying in the strongest voice I could manage: “Too young for you.” I turned and started walking further into the mall and he started following me. I freaked out because I was afraid that my remark had angered him so I turned into Chapters and walked a few feet in before turning and seeing him stare at me as he walked past. I was so terrified and felt ashamed that I didn’t tell anyone other than my friend because she was involved for years.