I think there is not a single time that a stranger has put his hand in public in which I have not considered if I could have done something to avoid it.
But never if he could have done something to prevent it. How to decide not to touch me against my will, for example…
Although they were the ones who made the decision to go for my ass or pass my hand between my legs without asking me, without my wanting to, in my head I kept spinning. my responsability.
Can you blame me for seeing it like this? Think I went to a nun’s school where the uniform was mandatory. And the one with the girls, of course, was a Table skirt.
From elementary school to the last year of high school, you ran the risk that one of your classmates would have the occurrence of lift your skirt.
And it didn’t matter if you went to complain to the teachers. The “They are children’s things” It took the weight off his abuse.
We, on the other hand, felt double shame. First because they had literally left us in our panties.
Second because it was in front of the whole class.
And with a sense of injustice and helplessness to see that nobody helps you, that nobody takes it seriously and that you have to accept something unpleasant. That becomes the day to day.
It left the same bitter taste that ends up becoming familiar when a group of strangers shouts obscenities at you or a man in a suit just got off work passes in front of you, and invading your personal space, He tells you that he wants to eat it for you.
But you shut up, because no matter how embarrassed you are, that is safer than answering and that can react with violence.
For teachers it was a “mischief” without any evil. For us the torture that our privacy was exposed.
And I don’t even tell you about the nightmare it became when we entered the years when we had our period. That they could see the wings of the compress it was the height of humiliation.
So the solution of the school, in the face of the growing wave of “skirts”, was to advise the students wear shorts above panties.
If we didn’t want to stay in our underwear, we had to change the way we dress every day.
It didn’t stay there. Those who did not wear this type of shorts and her underwear was visible, they were considered “sluts”.
Because even with the alternative of pants, they preferred not to wear them. Sign that they liked that they did it to them and they really wanted to stay in panties.
My school never considered taking the boys from each grade and teaching them that what they were doing was wrong. That they should respect us.
What they did accomplish was that they spent all their school years learning that they could invade the privacy of their companions women without anything happening.
And we spent the same number of years learning that it was our responsibility to protect ourselves. Because if not to do so, the punishment would be to humiliated with the stigma of enjoying of that abuse.
When every day of the first years of your life you apply the message that only you are responsible for abuse, how can we not reach adulthood feeling ourselves guilty that force us, whistle us, kiss us, rape us or kill us?
And how can we expect them to respect our bodies, without us letting them, when have been accessing it forever?
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This is how my school allowed sexual abuse of female students
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