{"id":1550,"date":"2017-11-24T13:50:35","date_gmt":"2017-11-24T11:50:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.livingmama.com\/?p=1550"},"modified":"2018-03-05T18:31:25","modified_gmt":"2018-03-05T16:31:25","slug":"metoo-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.livingmama.com\/?p=1550","title":{"rendered":"#metoo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>#metoo<\/p>\n<p>When I was 15 I went to Spain with my school class. One early night, me and my two girlfriends came back from driving bumber cars. When we came to our street, I was surrounded by about 5-7 guys who touched my body. I remember freezing and looking down at my body seeing hands on it\u00a0 &#8211; i didn&#8217;t move or do any thing &#8211; i just looked a the hands on my body. One of my school mates (my dear cousin) woke me up by spitting at them. Then I reacted, and slapped one of them and we ran and screamed.<\/p>\n<p>I was about 16. I worked in a fine Italian restaurant after school a few nights during the week or month. Every time I went into the kitchen, the men in their touched my bum. Nothing in me liked that.\u00a0 I was very shy then.\u00a0 I remember I did my best not to go out there. I cant remember any thing else, than I felt shitty all the time. I was there for a few month &#8211; and until today I had completely forgotten about it.<\/p>\n<p>When I was 20 I lived in Aarhus, and one night, on friday the 13th, a man stopped me and held my arm, telling me he would kill me if I wouldn&#8217;t follow him. I escaped &#8211; and stopped a car, and the police got him. I still tell myself that I don&#8217;t know if he just wanted to sleep next to me or cut of my nipples. When a letter from the police arrived some month later, telling me he had died &#8211; my feelings were mixed, but yes I was relieved.<\/p>\n<p>Two month later I spend a hole night kicking a guy to get him of me.\u00a0 I was so naive. I was on a film exchange on my way to Portugal, and by mistake me and two guys lost our 2. flight in Germany. I let the guys\u00a0 get the only two tickets on\u00a0 the next plain\u00a0 without me &#8211; and left the airport because there was no more plains before the next day . I ended up with some one who said he would help me. I never told any one for quite a few years.<\/p>\n<p>I have other stories\u00a0 &#8211; \u201cthe show must go on\u201d stories. Where no one really reacts. I didn&#8217;t\u00a0 like what was going on, and no one really helped me, even though they new I felt bad &#8211; the show must go on.\u00a0 Where I missed opportunities because that was the price, or where I didn&#8217;t exactly say no, but in my head I really couldn&#8217;t see how \u201che\u201d couldn&#8217;t see that none of me wanted what I felt was a harassment.<\/p>\n<p>I was lucky &#8211; nothing never really happened. I was never rapped. I was only touched on top of my cloths.\u00a0 Nothing seriously happened &#8211; Im fine, but I don&#8217;t want this to happen to anyone else.<\/p>\n<p><strong>If all the women that have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote &#8216;me too&#8217; as a status we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Copy\/paste if it applies to you too<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"text_exposed_show\">\n<p><strong>#metoo<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>#metoo When I was 15 I went to Spain with my school class. One early night, me and my two girlfriends came back from driving bumber cars. When we came to our street, I was surrounded by about 5-7 guys who touched my body. 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