The #metoo Campaign has gone viral in the past week. This idea was started as Tarana Black ten years ago as a way for sexual assault victims to find strength in solidarity. It has since been recreated as a response to recent information circulating about the sexual violence accusations brought against Hollywood executive Harvey Weinstein. Actor Alyssa Milano tweeted: “Suggested by a friend: If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote ‘Me too’ as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem.” The hashtag goes further than just showing the abuse and harassment rife in the film industry but has shown how commonly women around the world experience crimes of a sexual nature. This piece of prose is my personal response to the viral hashtag. To all those who have voiced there personal experiences, I commend you for your bravery. To all those survivors who have chosen to remain silent, you are loved and under no obligation to share your story.
From the moment I started to develop I have been groped in the school playground.
I have been grabbed by the pussy.
I have had them dig theirs groins into me whilst waiting at the bar.
I have had them place their hands on my arse to guide themselves past me. I have had them grind on me without my consent.
I have had them push away my money to ‘insist’ they bought me drink and force my face to theirs once the transaction was completed.
I have been told after rowing with an ex that ‘next time’ I’ll get what I deserve.
I have been followed home.
I have been catcalled.
I have had photos taken, shared and kept.
I have been grabbed, poked, squeezed and pulled.
Throughout my life, throughout all of this, I have considered myself lucky.
Lucky, that this is the extent I’ve suffered at the hands of ‘men’. Lucky, that in 22 years nothing worse has happened to me. Lucky, that my list of violations isn’t longer.
So yeah, me fucking too.