I’d wager that every woman in this thread has a harassment/assault story. Here’s mine:

When I was about 10 years old, my sister and I were walking home from school. A man drove past us, then a few minutes later passed us again. The second time he drove very slowly and as he passed us he threw a polaroid picture out the window at us. The picture was taken in the car, and it was a photo of his erect penis.

A couple years later we were walking to the pool at the Y with a friend. As we walked along a busy street facing oncoming traffic, a car slowed as it approached us. As the car drove past, a man’s arm shot out the window and grabbed my crotch.

When I was 19 I worked for a trucking company. The general manager was fired and in the interim someone from the corporate office came in to run things. He would frequently comment that I looked “stressed out” and would helpfully (/////) massage my shoulders. He started bringing me into his office and giving me projects that I could only work on with him. It wasn’t until one of my co-workers who was about 10 years older than me said, “You know you don’t have to let him touch you, right?” that I understood that I was being sexually harassed. I never confronted him but I avoided him and would twist away whenever he put his hands on me until he got the message and stopped.