I need feminism because I was told not to report my sexual assault because “it would ruin the boy’s life.”
I need feminism because the first time I got cat called was at age 10. I was terrified for weeks that those men would follow me home. I never told my mom because I was afraid she would be mad at me.
"I need feminism because when I finally worked up the courage to tell my parents their gardener has been molesting me, they brushed it off with "just stay inside on Fridays - it’s only one day a week" and "good help is hard to find".
I was 11.
It had been going on for 4 years and continued for a further 6.
It only stopped when I miscarried his baby and subsequently moved out.
No one ever noticed the pregnancy or the bruises.
I need feminism because I deserved protection.”
I am a mother myself now, and I find it even harder to understand why they didn’t try to help me, and instead wilfully ignored what was going on right under their nose. Every. Single. Week.