I started my studies on a university course very happy in September. In October I started attending lectures on my course. I got unwanted attention from a male university lecturer who kept smiling at me. I thought it was my imagination but I used to get the train home from university, and he would be at the railway station watching me.  Again, I thought I imagined it but he kept showing up at the station, and outside the station he shouted lured sexual comments at me.
     I just felt very numb and the breaking point for me was at a mates birthday. I went to the student’s union bar for a night out. As I was ordering drinks, the university lecturer came over and started touching me in sexual places, and kissed me.
     I felt like a rape victim.
     I tried to confront him in a seminar class, but he intimidated me by saying that he got great joy from it.
     I reported him to my personal tutor but was not believed by my teachers even though I have witnesses.
     I have now changed my course and found out that the university lecturer who has abused me has just had a baby to my old business management teacher (she is one of the teachers who did not believe me). I feel sick every time I see both of them because they are still at my university, however I have had counselling to support me.

     This happened 10 years ago but it still affects me.
     In junior high (grade 7-9) I was sexually harassed because I answered a question. I was happy and confident and liked to answer questions if I could in school. I made sure no one else wanted to answer first and then I would try.
     A popular boy in my class must have hated me because of this.  One day, he went to the board during class to write out an answer and instead wrote that I was in love with him and wanted to have sex with him.
     Needless to say, I was embarrassed but went up and erased the message.
     Then he began sitting behind me in class and started to whisper sexual scenarios to me.  Then he would slide his hand up my leg, blow in my ear, and whisper during class.
     I told him repeatedly to Stop! Go Away! Leave me alone!and still he continued.
     I started to react more violently.  He sat on my desk one day and I shoved him to the floor.  I would slap away his hand if he touched me.
     The worst part was teachers saw this and never said anything or did anything to help.
     I finally decided to report him.  At this same time, another boy seemed to like me. The first one found out and he picked him up by his shirt collar and told him “I’ll get you if you talk to her again”.
     I ran all the way back to class and from then on did nothing to stop it.  I never reported him.  I was too scared I would be hurt if I did.
     All of these years later it still bothers me and has affected my relationships.  I am anxious and nervous all of the time and rarely trust people.  I often avoid people and situations that remind me of that school.  I tell myself it is silly to still be bothered by this incident and find it hard to seek help.  I just wish I could be free from all of this.

     I am a 17 year old senior in high school.  From the 6th through the 10th grade, I was sexually harassed by a guy at my school.  He was a few years older than me.  At that time we rode the bus together and had Drivers Ed together.
     The first encounter I had with him was on the bus.  He started grabbing my breasts and trying to put his hands between my legs.
      It made me very uncomfortable, but instead of saying something, I just moved my legs and moved his hands but It didn’t seem to work very well.
     I told a teacher about the incident but nothing changed.
     So as that year passed, it seemed to get worse.  He started following me down the hallways and trying to follow me into the bathroom.
     It freaked me out because I didn’t know what to do. 
     Well I told someone who told my mom.  My mom came to the school and talked to the principle.  Then they said they had it under control.
     Well they didn’t.  In my 9th grade year, he continued to touch me.  He would put his hands down my pants.  Once, he pinned me into a corner and  started kissing me.  I became scared that he was going to try and rape me.  One of my teachers had to help get him away from me.
     Every time I tried to report it to someone, it didn’t get any better, it only got worse.
     In the middle of my 10th grade year, he quit school.  But before he left, he tried to get me to have sex with him at school.  At that time a lot was going on with me.  It scared the heck out of me.
     Well now he is gone, but I still think about it.  It scares me that he could come back and try to do it all over again.
     I don’t know what to do cause now my uncle has started touching me in inappropriately.  I’m really scared and I don’t know where to turn cause my mom doesn’t believe me.  I just don’t know any more.

     It was my freshman year of high school that I was taking a science class with a “notoriously perverted” teacher, or so I’d been warned by peers.  Regardless, I needed the credit, and at a small high school, he was the only educator teaching the class.
     He proved to be overly casual for a teacher, that I noticed immediately.   And he would touch the girl’s backs, and look down our shirts.
     Once, he singled me out because of a skirt I was wearing. It was warm outside, and though my skirt had been short, it in no way broke school dress code.
     As everyone passed their papers to the front, he said to me “Bring that up here.”
     Confused, I asked “Why?” since everyone else in the class had passed theirs along the rows.
     All he responded was “I just want to see you do it.”
     So I obliged, walking to the front of the room to hand in the paper.
     As I walked, he watched my legs.  When I went back to my seat, he watched my butt the whole way, as reported by another student.
     Later, a girl reported him after he rubbed her back.  She was then transferred into a lower science class, and nothing was done to the teacher.

     I am a 15 year old guy in the 10th grade.  Ever since the 6th grade, I have been harassed by a female student and a few of her friends, but mostly her.
      I can’t remember when it started, but I do remember sometime in the 7th grade I had to work on a project with her. While working, she took my pen in placed it in her crotch and told me to get it. I just walked away and worked somewhere else and let it go.
     In the 8th grade, while leaving the cafeteria, she and a friend grabbed me in the hall and cornered me.  They groped me continuously, even as other students passed by and some saw. It was extremely embarrassing.
     I told them to let me go but they wouldn’t let me.
     A couple days ago, at a club meeting we both are involved in, while taking a break, she comes over and starts telling me how we go out and how I’m her boyfriend.  Her friends laugh. Then she starts groping and rubbing on me.   When I stand up to leave with my friend, she pinches my butt and laughs.
     These are only a few of many incidents, and I finally had enough. I plan on going to my assistant principal first thing Monday and reporting her. She has made going to school and the club something I dread, and now I have a witness.

     When I was in high school, there was a guy who didn’t leave me alone about my body and what he wanted to do to it.  He would be extremely vulgar.
     I would tell him “No,” but he knew that I was shy and would never tell him off.  And  I never did.  Instead I learned to get used to his constant harassment.  Eventually, it became a part of my daily life.
     One day at school, he asked me to do something sexual with him (at school!) and of course I said “No.”   Him and I were sitting in front of some lockers, so I stood up to leave since I was very uncomfortable with what he was saying to me.
     Then he stood up and pushed me against the locker, then pushed me back to the floor. He treated me like I was a doll, pushing me and dragging me closer to him on the dirty school floor.
     Bravely, I stood up one more time, and then he stood as well.
     He put his hand over my breasts (but without touching me) and asked, “Does this make you nervous?”
     I said it really did, and then he grabbed my breasts.  The bell rang one minute later and he walked away as if nothing had happened.
     I would love to say that this is the end of the story, but it’s far from over.  I let him treat me like this for 8 more months.  Sometimes things he said scared me, or annoyed me, or made me really mad, but I am not a person to stand up for myself.  He tried to get me into his car multiple times, and he would frequently invite me over to his house (bluntly stating his filthy intentions).
     I will never be the same person I used to be because of him.

     This past year was my first year in high school.  Admittedly I was very nervous about it due to the fact I am a very quiet girl with a few good friends.

     Now I’m not quite sure when I started to notice that this boy (whom is 3 years older than myself) was watching me a lot. After a couple of weeks he had found out my E-mail and Cell phone number and was always trying to be in contact with me, and was asking about where I was going and with who. It continued to the point where he left messages playing love songs on my phone, or him saying how depressed he was when he didn’t see my face. I started to really freak out when he started to show up at the places where I was (even my doctor’s appointments).

     I was told by my friend that I am too nice because I hadn’t told the guy how much he was scaring me with his questions, and I never told him to go away.  Finally I worked up the nerve to tell him I wasn’t interested after he snuck up behind me when I was on my way to the bus, picked me up and started to carry me away! (Boy was I happy my two friends were there).

     But he didn’t listen, and he tried to be close to me whenever he could in school. He even dated the girl with the locker next to mine! He left notes in my locker saying he missed talking to me and was always sitting near me or trying to touch my arm.

     I got mad and told him to “Get lost!” again.

     The very next day I was sent to the hospital due to the fact that in gym class he hit my face with a soccer ball, resulting in a concussion.  He told people it was my fault.  But after that, everyone in school saw what was going on and helped me to stand up to him (the teachers were close to useless without proof).

     Over the next few months there has been little to no contact between us. But last week I got an email from him saying again how much he misses me and how sorry he is. His friends also sent me emails saying the same thing (they had done so in the past, urging me to go out with him as well).     

     With the new school year approaching, I’m wondering if he will ever go away.

     My science teacher is 20 and I am 15.  He told me to stay after class one day.  I asked him “What for?” and he said that he wanted to talk to me about something and to sit down.   So I did.

     We started talking about school stuff and then he changes the subject and starts talking about my personal life and asking me questions like “What size bra do you wear?”

     I felt uncomfortable so I tried to change the subject.

     Then he started feeling my thigh.  He said, “You know, you are never to young to have sex.”

     I got up and headed for the door when he grabs me and throws me against the wall.  Then he forces himself on me.  I tried my hardest to get him off but he was too strong.   Then he unzips my jacket and unbuttons my shirt.  I was able to grab a pen from the board, and I stabbed him with it and ran.

     Then a few days later after cheerleading, I was in the locker room alone changing and he comes in there.  I tried to get as far away from him as I could but I tripped over this gym bag and fell but still tried to get away. 

     He came up to me and said that “It’s okay.” Then he put his hand up my skirt.  I tried to get up but he pinned me down and wouldn’t stop kissing me all over.   Then he unbuttoned his pants.

     I kicked him in the stomach and ran out to get help.  But no one believed me because he is such a nice teacher.  So I told my mom and she told the police but he didn’t get fired.  Everyday I wonder what would of happened if I didn’t kick him.  I sometimes cry when I think about it.

     I am a gay man and want to share my story.
     I was a PhD student and everyone said I could be a great professor or something like that. But everything changed when I went to a small European country to conduct fieldwork. (I was an anthropology major, so I had to do some research outside UK.) I needed to work with a particular professor there and he’s gay, but I didn’t think that would affect any aspects of my research or work with him.
     One day he invited me into his house to discuss my research. I went there and he was waiting for me, naked. He started talking about his sex life, and how much he likes to have sex with his students.  He told me how good looking and “cute” I was…Then he asked me to have a dinner at a restaurant with him. I was not comfortable at all but I felt I had to say yes in order to build a professional relation for my research. However, instead, he took me a gay bar, grabbed my hand and forced me to dance with him. I said “No” but he kept touching all over my body and I was completely disgusted.  A couple of days later, he again told me to come to his place to disuss my research. This time, he tried to rape me and I ran away. Later, he showed up at my home and forced me to have sex with him.
    Then he began to retaliate.  He has huge political power in his country and used it to prevent my research everywhere. He had promised me that I could teach at his university, but no. But the worst thing was that I needed his letter to obtain a visa, and he never wrote it. Also, everyone started talking about me, like “He’s your sugar daddy, isn’t he? I am sure you are so good at it and you can do anything in this country.”
     I really wanted to take legal action but never could because in that country almost all sexual harassment cases were dismissed, and there’s no such thing as gay rights there.
     So I reported what he did to my advisers at school and they told me to come back to the UK as my situation was “an extreme emergency.” I came back and talked with them. They gave me a new project to complete my PhD. I needed some rest so I went back to my mother’s house. I read papers and books and wrote a new proposal. But they never responded–there’s a strong connection between my advisers, my school, and this professor.  Instead of helping me, they buried the case.  I called everyone in the department but nothing came out of it. In the end I dropped out of the program.
    I got a very serious depression after the sexual harassment but it got worse after I left the school as it had been my dream to have a PhD and teach. Also since then I can’t form long-term relationships with guys as I am now afraid of men in some way. I also suffered from panic disorder for a while. And I am still traumatized–I can’t read any academic books, meet anyone from the school, I can go on and on regarding the effects this has had on me.
    This sexual harassment happened 2 years ago but I’m still struggling. I hope people will take sexual harassment at school and gay sexual harassment more seriously.