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I thought he was perfect, he made me happy, I could tell he cared about me. We got along perfectly, shared many interests, and had successfully been seeing each other for about a year. We were only 17, but somehow we managed to sustain the relationship- we were proud of ourselves, having set the class record. I was convinced that I loved him, and I decided that he was the guy I should lose my virginity to- it felt right. He had no interest initially, but things took a rapid turn when we wound up in bed together. He was terrified of hurting me at first, but the minute he was inside me he refused to stop, going far too hard and deep for comfort- I could feel myself bleeding. I don't know if you remember losing your virginity, but if you do, imagine that pain multiplied by about 10. I called out multiple times, I screamed, but no matter what he kept going. He was stronger than me, I couldn't get him off. I didn't know what to do so I just shut my eyes and cried into his shoulder, hoping for it to end, sobbing pleas for him to stop.
Bad enough, yes. Before I left his room, tears running down my face and barely able to walk, he smiled at me confidently and told me "You enjoyed that.". I just shook my head and left, unable to speak, feeling betrayed and deeply hurt- and violated.
And that's how I lost my virginity.


Many examples over my lifetime. Here are a few:
1. In year 12 I was one of two girls in a physics class with about 6 boys. The male teacher frequently said " I believe in treating women as if they're equal". Apparently his idea of a joke.
2. At Uni, I remember a male Professor saying of a female PhD student -" She'll end up working in a knitting shop". She finished her PhD. I don't recall him making similar comments about the male PhD students ( even those who dropped out).
3. One male colleague and one male boss who would walk up behind me and slide their arms around my waist. I never said anything. Now I would ask them to stop.
4. Same boss asked me after I had worked for him for a year if I was planning to become a Mother soon.
5. Same boss would complain to someone on the phone (within my hearing, although out of sight) that he had to pay me the same salary as a male who had a whole year more experience. We both had the same qualifications.
6. Same boss who sacked me about 4 weeks after I returned from sick leave. I believe he thought I was pregnant, which I wasn't.
7. A work colleague who always argued with me that it would be too difficult for my children (I didn't have any at the time) if I didn't take my husband's surname on marriage.
8. At Uni I was sitting in a bus stop reading and a flasher exposed himself. It was fairly traumatising for me - compounded by the fact that when I told my Mother she asked "What were you wearing?".
9. I was standing in my street conversing with a male neighbour and a female neighbour when a car of young men drove past and honked the horn and yelled out "sexy" at us.The male neighbour said to my female neighbour and I " lift up your tops and show them, girls".
10. Numerous times when walking with my teenage daughters cars of young men have honked and/ or yelled out obscenities at us
11. Some members of my family disregarding the fact that I did not change my surname on marriage.
12. In primary school I was made to sit next to the naughty boys and told to control them.
13. I had another boss whose reaction when I told him I was pregnant was "Shit" rather than the customary "Congratulations".
These are just the tip of the iceberg. Sometimes I think the people who say these things or act these ways don't realise how damn boring and predictable they are.


I was vaguely friendly with two brothers I knew at school, who are old money and substantially above me class-wise. Older brother (let's call him Bill) married a woman from Latvia and among all the congratulations on Facebook he made many comments about how western men should avoid western women, who are all fat, lazy, career-oriented and so on; and should marry Asian or Eastern European women instead. Many of his male friends, along with his new wife, enthusiastically agreed. A few years later I got engaged to my husband (who is Japanese) and Bill sent me a Facebook message asking if I had considered the "cultural differences" in the relationship, saying my husband was likely to cheat or divorce me because Australian women just can't compare to their foreign counterparts. Bear in mind I hadn't seen this man since high school and we only chatted occasionally on Facebook. I didn't dignify this with a response, just unfriended him.

I still have Bill's brother (let's call him John) added on Facebook, and he got in touch not too long ago. He's marrying a Japanese woman who is moving to Australia to be with him, and he wanted to invite me and my husband on a double date with them so his wife would have someone from her own country to talk to. How about NO?


I prefer to jog at night instead of daylight because the roads are quieter and l become harder to see. This way I don't get yelled at and startled by men in passing cars. I jog to relax and de stress because I suffer from anxiety. Being yelled and honked at turns an activity that is supposed to be relaxing into one that is anxiety provoking. It is not a complement for me to be screamed at by a passing vehicle, I find it threatening and aggressive. If that person where to walk up to me and politely pay me a complement, I would be flattered.


We leased one bedroom in our 3 bedroom share house to an exchange student, who took a shine to me despite the fact that I barely spoke to him. He frequently ogled me and made suggestive comments to my other housemate (male) about what he would like to do to me. Presumably these comments were hilarious because they both laughed a lot. One night when we were all watching tv, he said he wanted to move from his (perfectly good) chair to sit next to me on the (very small) couch. I was uncomfortable having him pressed up against me, so I got up to make a cup of tea and then went and sat somewhere else. He made a big fuss about me not wanting to sit next to him and the next day my other housemate called me a rude bitch and told me that he didn't want to be made to feel uncomfortable in his own loungeroom.


I went to a house party hosted by a guy who still lived with his parents, but had decided to have the party while they were away. I was very drunk and went into a bathroom that he apparently didn't want guests to use. He was waiting for me and as soon as I got out of the door he grabbed me, threw me against the wall, pulled my hair, called me a "dirty bitch" "stupid bitch" and threatened to knock my teeth out. It took another couple of guys passing by to make him let go at me. I left the party and called the police pretending to be a neighbour disturbed by the loud music, but was too scared to report him for what he had actually done.

Another occasion: Attending a careers advice seminar, one thing we were taught was how to spot job adverts that might be illegally discriminatory. The example they gave was an ad for a factory job with inflexible shifts, apparently this is indirect discrimination as it means women will not apply because it doesn't allow the mother time to pick up the kids and take care of them after school. So, we assume that most women want or have children, that they are the primary caretakers, there are no dads who are the primary caretaker or work flexitime to care for kids, and so on.