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Gender Female

Was: a victim
City: home/delhi
Was wearing jeans and shirt
Reaction: Reacted (yelling, complaining, slapping, fighting back)
Incident was: Recurring

Perpetrator was a Family member or Relative and aged multiple ages, more than one incident

Experience:
i was in 11th class and my exams were approaching so my parents use to

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leave the house so that i can study calmly. they had gone to my massi house ,as i was alone my relative who was old enuf came in and as i respected him hugged him. he kissed me on my lips, i felt bad and disgusted. i got in my room and started studying. the man came in and started touching my upper part slowly . i reacted and got up from there and called my friend ,he came up and said im here to study with her. till date i hate that guy whenever he comes up and thankful to my friend. the other time my tenant ejaculated himself in me. this is bad really bad that guys take us for granted and just for there sheer satisfaction the do this im 20 now but these things still haunt me up so much that i get dreams about this and im afraid that someday my father would do the same to me though he is the one person whom i trust blindly but the trauma has made me like this . i cry myself in sleep sometimes and it feels so bd to think that you were being molested and you’r soul was broken in pieces. its so better to stay alone.

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Gender Female

Was: a victim
City: In a sleeper bus from Mumbai to Goa
Was wearing jeans and shirt
Reaction: Reacted (yelling, complaining, slapping, fighting back)
Incident was: One time

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged 30-40

Experience:
I clearly remember that evening. I was really excited as I was going to Goa in December 2011 to attend the Sunburn Festival. All my friends were joining me from Bangalore and I had booked myself a lower berth on a reputed sleeper bus to reach Goa comfortably overnight.

I called my mother from the bus to tell her I am safe as the seats opposite mine were booked by a family of four and there were many youngsters in the bus who were going for the festival too. The lower berth behind mine also belonged to the family sitting in front of me.

I kept my bag near my face and slept off that night. In the middle of the night I felt that something was falling on my face. I adjusted the straps of my bag and slept again. It happened again. I then felt something itching on my face. Like something touched my face. I thought it was an insect and slept again. It happened a couple of times again.  I knew something was wrong. I was up and watching. I saw a hand creep in from the seat behind me to feel me up. I freaked out and did not sleep the whole night. I kept the lights on too.

I knew the guy who was doing this act was the father of two children – from the family sitting in front of me. I wanted to yell then but I thought I would create a scene and his wife would be disturbed. I kept quiet. But I was really really angry.

I had fortunately made friends with a couple at the tea stall last night when I was standing alone. In the morning when they asked me if I slept well I told them about the entire incident. The guy (the friend) was really angry and called the man who did that act in a corner to confront him. He started apologizing straight away and begged to us not to tell his family because his children were with him.

The girl who also became my friend insisted that I tell his wife about this as such men should be punished. We went up to the man’s wife and told her about how he was trying to touch me last night from the berth behind mine. To our surprise, the lady started defending the husband! Later when I got really angry and I said I would complain to the police she said she was sorry on his behalf and that her husband had a medical problem.

I then shifted my seat and sat with the couple for the rest of the journey.

I met both kinds of people on the same bus that day. Ones who don’t care about humanity and the one who go out of their way to help you and ensure girls feel safe in any environment in our country.

I thank God for meeting those people for I myself would have never gone up to that lady / yelled at that guy because I was scared I would scar a family.

But today when I look back, I know I did the right thing because I BROKE MY SILENCE! 🙂

 

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Was: a victim
City: Beauty Parlor / Gurgaon
Was wearing jeans and shirt
Reaction: Reacted (yelling, complaining, slapping, fighting back)
Incident was: One time

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged 20-30

Experience:
well, This happened today at around 6 in the evening in a beauty parlor where there were at-least 7 to 8 parlor assistants and at-least a bunch of visitors.

Oh and how did this guy manage to grope me and touch my private parts , well in the name of giving me a hair spa and massage ! Highly tactical ! The first time his hands approached areas which it shouldn’t( parts surrounding my breasts, too close for comfort), I thought he had committed a mistake; it took me only a few more seconds to realize that it was intentional when his hands moved in the exact same way as it had earlier.
I stared back at him , he withdrew.

I waited patiently for an hour more to get my other parlor stuff done by other assistants. I didn’t want to create a scene by shouting at him in front of others. I was afraid that he may chase me back and rip me apart ! This is Gurgaon for god’s sake & I  have heard enough.

I then went to the owner who happened to be a sweet lady and complained to her stating that this guy might end up spoiling her reputation. She was disgusted & promised to dismiss him , I am planning to visit her again in a few days to check on the steps she had taken.

I am not angered, but the incident made me very sad. I had not had to face anything of this sort in the last 1 decade at-least and have had exactly 3 more incidents related to this in my life so far.

I fail to understand why would any guy want to do this. Not being afraid of anything or the consequences. I am unable to decipher !
It still remains a mystery to me , I knew from his guilty eyes that he knew what he was doing was wrong , close to committing a sin, but he still continued. It was definitely not lack of awareness, it was something else, of which I have no clue.

* – Name changed on requestimages

 

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black-mail-icon-256-x-256Gender woman

Was: a victim
City: Perpetual Abuse which happened at Coimbatore
Was wearing Jeans and Shirt
Reaction: Helpless, Passively Endured

Perpetrator was a Family member or Relative and aged around 20

Incident was : Recurring

Experience:
I so empathize with the other women who have shared their miseries out here! That’s because I have been through all that they have been through- the regular gropings, brushings and verbal assaults directed at my physical body!!! I have had my fair share of physical and mental torments but I am not going to elaborate on that; I am going to share with you an incident of my life which completely changed me for good.

When I was in college, I had a boy friend, a very charming one that too, or thats what I thought until I got to know him completely! He was what every girl would dream of her husband to be like! Sweet, Funny, Brainy, Having lots of friends, good at creativity etc. But then, little did I know that he would be good at verbal abuses and all the more good at manipulative stuff too!

Why did he abuse me verbally? Because to him I was always wrong! The way I dressed, the way I looked, the way I led my life, my dreams, my aspirations, my friends were all wrong! And if his friends think I was wrong because of something then again I am wrong because they thought so! And hence “I deserved to be taught a lesson”! And the lesson came in form of multitudes of verbal abuses! The words that were used would be something beyond your wildest imagination!

And why did I put up with all the shit you can ask! I bore it all because I fell for all his manipulative acts! I believed him when he said I was wrong/ I was terrible/ I act like a b**** and also believed him when he said I made him act the way he did!
One important question to ask now! What did he use for manipulation?
Suicide Threats!
I was gullible enough to believe that he loved me and that it was the magnitude of that love that made him not want to live without me and hence the suicide threats naturally followed! And he was the cynosure of all eyes and so I trusted that there was something wrong with me for making him mad!

You might ask did you not realize the emptiness in his threats after a point in time? Well Folks, just when I was about to, he went beyond just threatening! Popping some strange pill or the other, taking in some quantities of pest repellant-quantities not enough to kill him but more than enough to terrorize me- ensured that he exercised a strong control over me and my actions. Guess he was happy about that. But let me tell you friends those 9 months were the worst months of my life! Every night whenever we used to have an argument-over things which were of highly inconsequential and insignificant in nature; something like me wanting to dress up for the next day’s function in the college and he not wanting me to do so-which would result in him hanging up rudely, I used to stay awake wondering if he would be alive the next day or would he have done something that would make me regret for my lifetime. I would even go to the extent of wondering how much of shame I would be causing to my parents because of all the police intervention that would naturally follow a suicide. The torment I endured until the next day when I receive a message or call from him is inexplicable and its something that I wouldn’t want to endure again in my life.

Slowly his suicidal threats became more and more unpredictable and were starting to seem desperate with him wanting to commit suicide for every dime and reason, and his verbal abuses were also becoming more and more intolerable! That’s when I decided to throw caution to the winds and decided to break off from that relationship which by then had completely drained me off my energy!

But he had stood true to his words and killed himself but not without garnering enough attention! The days before his death he made himself look very sad with unshaven beard and tonsured head so that the world would believe his pathetic stories after he died. He sent e mails and letters to my family, his friends and my friends(Practically to everyone I ever knew!!!)the day before he actually died. His death added credibility to the lies in this letters. He made it look like I tortured him! He made people believe that I was responsible for everything. And naturally people believed him! I was made to assume the stature of outcast overnight!
It was then I realized that the world would rather believe the lies of the dead than the loud cries of the alive! How long would it have taken for me to end my life with another similar letter expressing the tortures I had to endure because of him both before and after his death? But trust me, I never wanted to! Because I knew that I would get nothing by proving anyone wrong! And even if had managed to prove them wrong, I knew my life is worth more than just that!
What did he achieve with the attention that he garnered after his death? Yes he did turn the world against me but then that was just temporary! The world did get tired of recounting his story over and over again and it did start to take notice of my achievements soon after and people did come lining up to me to get help as and when required. The world did look up to me when I made it to the IIM and the world respects me now for who I am, for the position I hold in the society!
Yes soon after his death I did get the feeling that life was unfair to me; I was made to suffer endlessly for no fault of mine; I

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was made an outcast for no reason! But then I soon realized there was no point wallowing in self pity. Trust me friends wallowing in self pity is like getting addicted to alcohol, only that its worse! I had a tough time getting out of that state. But I did! I looked around and realized that I have been gifted with much more blessings than many others and instead of looking at what I did not have, I started looking at what I have.

This self awareness helped me lead a better life and it had helped me mature to levels unimaginable! And now looking back I am glad that I was made to endure all the suffering because that had made me a strong person I am now! And I love myself all the more for being strong and yeah for being smart:-)!
And yeah none of this would have been possible without the help of my ever loving family and close friends! I understood what it means to be loved unconditionally and I am more than glad that I got to know something that is generally taken for granted!

 

*Name changed on request

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Gender woman

Was: a victim
City: BITS Pilani college campus
Was wearing Jeans and Shirt
Reaction: Reacted (yelling, complaining, slapping, fighting back)

Incident was : One time

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged Less than 20

Experience:
It was a cool and pleasant evening. My friend and I were walking from a university building to a restaurant on campus to meet friends. We were passing the sports center engrossed in conversation when we were suddenly accosted by a group of young men. They were not students. They appeared to come from the small town outside the college campus. They cornered in on us, cussing, asking for the time and shoving.There was playfulness and enjoyment in their eyes. I was quite terrified by the unexpected contact and my initial reaction was to pull back. My friend was bolder. She yelled and we made our way through them. We started looking around for security guards we might alert. My initial reaction kept ringing back in my mind – terror. Just a few minutes ago, I had frozen, unable to take in the situation quickly enough to logically think and act. I thanked my friend and wondered what I would have done if alone.

We found a few hostel security guards and alerted them. We gave them descriptions of the men, the color of the clothes they wore and that one of the men was wearing a red cap. We then headed to the restaurant. In 20-30min, one of the security guards came looking for us.  They had caught some men and wanted us to identify. When we went to one of the institute buildings where all the men were held, we saw that we were not the only girls harassed. Another girl, who was on a bike, had been confronted from the front and behind; she somehow pulled the courage to ride through them. This was not a single man, rather a bunch of tall men who I doubt we could ever physically overpower. Once we identified them, the security guards beat them black and blue and some of the men started bleeding. At that time one of the men yelled out “sorry didi – maaf kar deejiye”(Hindi, translates to: sorry, older sister – please forgive us). That’s when I looked at the record of their identities and realized that these were high school kids from a nearby village who came in when the college campus gates had opened in anticipation of guests from outside. What were these high school boys thinking and experiencing? Why was this so much fun? We were however happy at the genuine concern that the security guards had for our safety and their quick management of the situation.

Quite disturbed and concerned about the general campus safety for girls, I made an appointment to complain to the relevant Dean the next day. Appreciating the quick response the previous night, I appealed that we need some sort of mechanism to increase the safety on campus for girls. He said there was n’t much to be done since they have security guards on most locations. He recommended that we learn martial arts. I was a bit offended by the suggestion. So now, I had to prepare myself for this emergency – that it was taken for granted that as a girl I must be warrior-trained for harassment on my college campus. I remember calling my parents and narrating with great exasperation the insensitivity to the issue – some sort of helplessness which seemed avoidable. Since my initial reaction to such a situation seemed to be fear and terror, I don’t know how any physical training could have overcome my emotional numbness in that moment…..

Looking back, it would have been worthwhile for a group of us including our male classmates to have gone into high schools around campus to speak to students on gender issues, about safety and sexual harassment. We could have helped hold workshops and group activities, involving both girls and boys on making our societies safer. But we were also kids then…away from home, not many years beyond high school and coming to terms with our own fears and insecurities. Maybe something for us to think of now as alumni.

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Was: a victim
City: New Delhi, India
Was wearing Jeans and Shirt
Reaction: Moved away silently

Incident was : Recurring

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged Less than 20

Experience:
So I remember this was perhaps the last week of my six-month long internship in Delhi, a part of our curriculum in college. I and a friend of mine whose name I choose not to reveal, were walking about some random street, not too far from where we were living then and, believe it or not, this is not some deserted area I am talking about. This is a street full of eateries and you have people bustling around all the time. Anyway, there I was with my friend and suddenly it struck my friend that there was this black Santro with two boys in it, and yes, though they looked like college kids they could scare the shit out of you (we all know what some of these innocent juveniles are capable of), that had been following us wherever we were going that day. We waived off the thought and went back home. The next day again the car was there. We let it go yet again. This kept happening for a week. I remember on our last day in Delhi our stalkers had followed us into the residential campus of NPL, Don’t ask me what the security guards were doing because I have no freaking idea, and they followed us till the last but one lane. This was when my friend and I just started walking about randomly because we did not want them to find out where exactly we live. They left after a while. Probably they came there the next day as well. We wouldn’t know because thankfully we were done with our internship and we left that godforsaken city. To this day I shudder to think what could have happened had we stayed there for a little longer. And often I make a joke out of it because that is what I do about almost everything that I feel helpless about.

 

 

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Gender woman

Was: a victim
City: Road/Guwahati
Was wearing Jeans and Shirt
Reaction: Helpless, Passively Endured

Incident was : One time

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged 20-30

Experience:
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of people around you who’d always love you and keep you safe no matter what. It’s like a bubble. Floating around without a care. Groovy no? Except the fact that i’m a girl and I, like gazillion other girls, must face the rude facts of life. It’s like a given. An unspoken rule that every female’s modesty must be tested, invaded and breached.
It happened to me in Guwahati during Durga Puja, a festival that brings the city to life. I was in the 6th standard and like most young girls, squealed in delight at the thought of roaming around the city at midnight visiting one idol after another. The thought was exhilarating! Decked up in new clothes, I stepped out with my family. We decided to visit the idol at Lakshmi Temple, a very famous area, where a long walk had to be endured to reach the gates. I must’ve been walking really slow cause I saw everyone move up ahead, and no one next to me. From the opposite side a big bunch of drunk boys where approaching and I never forgot what happened after that. One of them touched my breast and walked away. Just like that! I was shocked! I couldn’t cry, partly because I didn’t know how to react! I never knew anyone could do such a thing! That day I was introduced to the big bad world where perverts roamed around freely and I still feel that it was at that moment, a part of my innocence was taken away.

First time is always painful. I still feel angry when I think over it. I should’ve shouted, hit him, thrown a stone, made a scene… I should’ve done SOMETHING! I never told this to anyone thinking people might laugh at me. But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. If people can rape girls and get away with

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it shamelessly, us girls, of all people, should show no shame in admitting we were victimized!
I strongly feel it’s time all girls in the country and outside became shameless. Shameless in punishing the guilty. Shameless in sharing our bad experiences. Shameless in breaking every rule that animals make. After all, shame deserves to lie in their ugly, twisted hearts… not ours.

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Gender man

Bystander intervention
City: Restaurant/Bangalore
Was wearing Jeans and Shirt
Reaction: Reacted (yelling, complaining, slapping, fighting back)

Incident was : One time

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged 20-30

Experience:
I was out with a group of friends and one of my female friends, Lakshmi received a phone call. She looked very disturbed and asked one of my male friends to say hello to whoever was on the line.  My male friend was pretty non-chalant and Lakshmi looked disappointed with his equivocal response. After he hung up, I inquired the details. Apparently, Lakshmi was being stalked by a stranger for the last two weeks. He used to call her at all odd hours. Threats, playing music on the phone etc. didn’t help. He even knew all her whereabouts. I got terribly angry to hear this from her and to my luck, he called again. This time, I lifted the call. However he cut the call on hearing my sound. Then I called him back. This time he spoke to me. I then shouted at him. He at first tried to joke with me and when I told him I will call the police,  he was shocked.  He exclaimed ‘you will call police!’, and then he told me it was wrong number and cut the call.  I knew he was clearly afraid when I spoke about police.   I was boiling with rage and advised Lakshmi to take it very seriously. At that time, this male friend of mine and a couple of others made comments about me being “paranoid” and “lecturing too much.” I remember everyone in the restaurant looking at me strangely. But later I was happy to know that the guy never called Lakshmi again.

So yes, strong reactions are needed even to curb small things. A woman shouldn’t be violated in any way.378885_10150564869241240_3653392_n

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Gender woman

Was: a witness
City: Auto/Delhi
Was wearing Jeans and Shirt
Reaction: Reacted (yelling, complaining, slapping, fighting back)

Incident was : One time

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged 30-40

Experience:
Saw a bunch of guys, grabbing a female and forcing her in an auto.
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Gender woman

Was: a victimnight road
City: Near my PG in Indira Nagar, Bangalore
Was wearing Jeans and Shirt
Reaction: Helpless, Passively Endured

Incident was : One time

Perpetrator was a Stranger and aged 20-30

Experience:
I was returning after dinner at a restaurant called High Note. One of my male friends was with me. As we were nearing my pg, two men in a motorbike started following us. They seemed inebriated. They were passing lewd comments. My friend advised me not to make eye contact as this would only goad them. He threatened to call the police but this didn’t have any impact on them. We had almost reached my pg when the men swerved and almost hit us. They started asking us whether we were a couple and whether we

were ‘having fun.’ I asked my friend to come inside my pg as I felt it wasn’t safe for him to walk back to the main road. The men disappeared around the kerb but then, a few minutes later, they came back. Then again, they rode around the kerb. My friend called a cab and I waited with him till it arrived. The men, by then, had left. These are rowdies who feel they have the freedom to do what they want because they know they won’t have to face the consequences of their actions. The trajectory of other womens’ stories might vary, but the helplessness we feel is the same. The anger we feel is the same.

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