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This time last year, Transport for London launched a hard-hitting campaign against sexual assault and harassment on its services.This time last year, Transport for London launched a hard-hitting campaign against sexual assault and harassment on its services.
Accompanied by a harrowing video of a woman experiencing sexual assault on the Tube, the campaign urged anyone who experienced unwanted sexual behaviour to report it to the police. A year on since its launch, with the video boasting more than 4m views, 36% more people have reported such incidents on the London underground.Accompanied by a harrowing video of a woman experiencing sexual assault on the Tube, the campaign urged anyone who experienced unwanted sexual behaviour to report it to the police. A year on since its launch, with the video boasting more than 4m views, 36% more people have reported such incidents on the London underground.
But, of course, it’s not just London which has to deal with this problem. Other cities and transport links across the world struggle with the issue. France launched its own campaigns against sexual harassment on trains last year. More than ten years ago, women-only carriages were introduced in Tokyo, where more than half of women said they had been groped on trains. And last month, a German train operator announced women-only carriages for its route between Leipzig and Chemnitz.But, of course, it’s not just London which has to deal with this problem. Other cities and transport links across the world struggle with the issue. France launched its own campaigns against sexual harassment on trains last year. More than ten years ago, women-only carriages were introduced in Tokyo, where more than half of women said they had been groped on trains. And last month, a German train operator announced women-only carriages for its route between Leipzig and Chemnitz.
We asked our readers to tell us about their experiences. Some told us about being followed off trains. Others told us about men trying to sneak a feel of their breasts between shopping bags. Then there were those who witnessed public masturbation, or were just teenagers when they were first subject to unwanted sexual attention. These experiences were not limited to those living within the jurisdiction of Transport for London.We asked our readers to tell us about their experiences. Some told us about being followed off trains. Others told us about men trying to sneak a feel of their breasts between shopping bags. Then there were those who witnessed public masturbation, or were just teenagers when they were first subject to unwanted sexual attention. These experiences were not limited to those living within the jurisdiction of Transport for London.
Here are a selection of their stories.Here are a selection of their stories.
They made me feel like it was my faultThey made me feel like it was my fault
Hamburg has a great public transport system and in most areas very few parking spots, hence it would be silly not to take the trains and buses.Hamburg has a great public transport system and in most areas very few parking spots, hence it would be silly not to take the trains and buses.
One day after work I took the U3 across town to get home. This line of the Hamburg underground is one of the most popular with business people and tourists since it runs all the way around the Alster, a lake in the centre of Hamburg.One day after work I took the U3 across town to get home. This line of the Hamburg underground is one of the most popular with business people and tourists since it runs all the way around the Alster, a lake in the centre of Hamburg.
Being glad to have found a seat amidst the full carriage after a stressful day at work, I took off my coat and acknowledged the people sitting around me with a smile. I was listening to music and reading a book in English for a while, when I felt the man sitting diagonally opposite of me looking over intensely. He was in his 40s.Being glad to have found a seat amidst the full carriage after a stressful day at work, I took off my coat and acknowledged the people sitting around me with a smile. I was listening to music and reading a book in English for a while, when I felt the man sitting diagonally opposite of me looking over intensely. He was in his 40s.
Although I was wearing a buttoned up shirt, showing no cleavage whatsoever, I loosely wrapped my scarf around my neck, also covering my chest. I kept reading, and he kept staring. At the next stop a lot of people got out and even more came in. In between he quickly came over and took the newly empty seat opposite of me.Although I was wearing a buttoned up shirt, showing no cleavage whatsoever, I loosely wrapped my scarf around my neck, also covering my chest. I kept reading, and he kept staring. At the next stop a lot of people got out and even more came in. In between he quickly came over and took the newly empty seat opposite of me.
Only inches away he started grinning at me. I felt very uncomfortable, my eyes glued to the page. One stop before mine I had to get my coat on again and got up to make my way through the packed carriage.Only inches away he started grinning at me. I felt very uncomfortable, my eyes glued to the page. One stop before mine I had to get my coat on again and got up to make my way through the packed carriage.
Waiting for the train door to open I saw in the corner of my eye the man was still sitting down. I jumped out of the train and walked quickly upstairs, almost running. I still had a bad feeling, so instead of walking the rest of the way home, as I usually did, I turned the corner and went downstairs to another line to catch a different train for one more stop.Waiting for the train door to open I saw in the corner of my eye the man was still sitting down. I jumped out of the train and walked quickly upstairs, almost running. I still had a bad feeling, so instead of walking the rest of the way home, as I usually did, I turned the corner and went downstairs to another line to catch a different train for one more stop.
On reaching the platform, the man suddenly turned up next to me, walking along with the same, fast pace.On reaching the platform, the man suddenly turned up next to me, walking along with the same, fast pace.
“Hey, wait!” he shouted at me in English. I realised ignoring him would no longer work, so I took out one of my earphones. Without stopping I said to him: “You make me feel uncomfortable. I’m sure you are a nice person and mean well, but can you please stop following me?”“Hey, wait!” he shouted at me in English. I realised ignoring him would no longer work, so I took out one of my earphones. Without stopping I said to him: “You make me feel uncomfortable. I’m sure you are a nice person and mean well, but can you please stop following me?”
“Hey, you speak English? It’s not a bad thing. We can talk.” he said with a dirty grin.“Hey, you speak English? It’s not a bad thing. We can talk.” he said with a dirty grin.
“Sorry, but I do not want to talk to you. Please leave me alone!” I replied slowing down next to two ladies in their 50s chatting. He was stood in front of me.“Sorry, but I do not want to talk to you. Please leave me alone!” I replied slowing down next to two ladies in their 50s chatting. He was stood in front of me.
“You take this train, too? What direction? We can meet some time.”. He touched my arm. I answered: “No, I do not want to meet or talk to you. Leave me alone now!”“You take this train, too? What direction? We can meet some time.”. He touched my arm. I answered: “No, I do not want to meet or talk to you. Leave me alone now!”
The train came rattling in. With my heart pumping I firmly walked around the intrusive man, followed the two ladies into the carriage and sat down with them next to the window.The train came rattling in. With my heart pumping I firmly walked around the intrusive man, followed the two ladies into the carriage and sat down with them next to the window.
When the train left the station I couldn’t tell if the man was still on the platform. For a while I was afraid he might be in a different carriage. When I got out at the next stop, I stood next to a group of young punks and only then I was brave enough to wait and see if the man was still following me. He wasn’t – I was alone again. Shaky and sweaty I walked home.When the train left the station I couldn’t tell if the man was still on the platform. For a while I was afraid he might be in a different carriage. When I got out at the next stop, I stood next to a group of young punks and only then I was brave enough to wait and see if the man was still following me. He wasn’t – I was alone again. Shaky and sweaty I walked home.
The next day I told my mostly male co-workers about the incident. They all said: “You shouldn’t have smiled at him when you first took off your coat.”The next day I told my mostly male co-workers about the incident. They all said: “You shouldn’t have smiled at him when you first took off your coat.”
I never reported it nor told anyone else about it. They made me feel like it was my fault and that I should be ashamed.I never reported it nor told anyone else about it. They made me feel like it was my fault and that I should be ashamed.
It was not my fault and I no longer feel ashamed.It was not my fault and I no longer feel ashamed.
Kira, HamburgKira, Hamburg
I didn’t react how I thought I wouldI didn’t react how I thought I would
This was in 1993, I was 19. I got on a bus from Bath to Bristol. It was winter and dark. I sat at the front of the top deck. A man sat on the opposite side and masturbated looking at me the entire time. I froze. I didn’t react how I thought I would. I could not move. I was terrified. Eventually he got off the bus. I am convinced other passengers could see what was happening as our reflections were in the front window as it was dark outside. No one did anything. One person stopped at the top of the stairs before getting off the bus and hesitated as if they were going to say something to me, but they didn’t. I got off the bus in Bristol and burst in to tears in my boyfriend’s arms. I didn’t report it, there seemed no point because I couldn’t describe the man (I hadn’t looked at him) and it was too dark to see which stop he got off at.This was in 1993, I was 19. I got on a bus from Bath to Bristol. It was winter and dark. I sat at the front of the top deck. A man sat on the opposite side and masturbated looking at me the entire time. I froze. I didn’t react how I thought I would. I could not move. I was terrified. Eventually he got off the bus. I am convinced other passengers could see what was happening as our reflections were in the front window as it was dark outside. No one did anything. One person stopped at the top of the stairs before getting off the bus and hesitated as if they were going to say something to me, but they didn’t. I got off the bus in Bristol and burst in to tears in my boyfriend’s arms. I didn’t report it, there seemed no point because I couldn’t describe the man (I hadn’t looked at him) and it was too dark to see which stop he got off at.
I never sat on the top deck again.I never sat on the top deck again.
Anonymous, BathAnonymous, Bath
The worst part about being harassed on public transport is you have no escapeThe worst part about being harassed on public transport is you have no escape
There was this one time I was taking the bus with my friend. This middle-aged man came and stood right next to where I was sitting. I was busy on my phone so it was a while before I realised that he was pressing up against me. It was the first time something like that had happened to me, since I didn’t use much public transport then, and I really didn’t know how to react.There was this one time I was taking the bus with my friend. This middle-aged man came and stood right next to where I was sitting. I was busy on my phone so it was a while before I realised that he was pressing up against me. It was the first time something like that had happened to me, since I didn’t use much public transport then, and I really didn’t know how to react.
I kept leaning further and further away from him but the guy wouldn’t let up! At one point I was sitting in such an awkward position that it would have been fairly obvious to others what was going on. The apathy of others on the bus made me feel like I should be quiet about it too. Even later when I spoke to my friend about this, who was a far more frequent user of public transport, I was really disheartened by her casual response. She had herself probably become habituated and therefore desensitised about such incidents.I kept leaning further and further away from him but the guy wouldn’t let up! At one point I was sitting in such an awkward position that it would have been fairly obvious to others what was going on. The apathy of others on the bus made me feel like I should be quiet about it too. Even later when I spoke to my friend about this, who was a far more frequent user of public transport, I was really disheartened by her casual response. She had herself probably become habituated and therefore desensitised about such incidents.
The worst part about being harassed on public transport is you have no escape. At least in public, open spaces, you have the option of shoving them back, which we often do. The norms of public transport are such that it makes us captive victims unable to speak out.The worst part about being harassed on public transport is you have no escape. At least in public, open spaces, you have the option of shoving them back, which we often do. The norms of public transport are such that it makes us captive victims unable to speak out.
Adrija, BangaloreAdrija, Bangalore
What I thought were my shopping bags pressing against me was in fact someone’s handWhat I thought were my shopping bags pressing against me was in fact someone’s hand
I was on the bus on my way home after shopping. It was mid-afternoon and the bus was relatively empty so I went upstairs and sat down not paying any attention to anyone else.I was on the bus on my way home after shopping. It was mid-afternoon and the bus was relatively empty so I went upstairs and sat down not paying any attention to anyone else.
I placed my shopping bags on the seat next to me near the window and rested my left arm over the bags. As the journey progressed I felt a light, but firm pressing against my left breast. I thought it was my shopping bags pressing against me and took no further notice. But as the journey continued, the pressure against my breast continued to get more intense.I placed my shopping bags on the seat next to me near the window and rested my left arm over the bags. As the journey progressed I felt a light, but firm pressing against my left breast. I thought it was my shopping bags pressing against me and took no further notice. But as the journey continued, the pressure against my breast continued to get more intense.
I thought this doesn’t feel right, so I sat really still; not moving and with all my focus on the pressing against my breast. Until I felt a full tender squeeze of my breast. I turned around - so shocked, embarrassed and humiliated into silence.I thought this doesn’t feel right, so I sat really still; not moving and with all my focus on the pressing against my breast. Until I felt a full tender squeeze of my breast. I turned around - so shocked, embarrassed and humiliated into silence.
Before I could say anything - the middle age man was already half way down the stairs heading for the doors. He had been groping my breast by reaching and sliding his hand through the gap between the seats on the left, next to the window.Before I could say anything - the middle age man was already half way down the stairs heading for the doors. He had been groping my breast by reaching and sliding his hand through the gap between the seats on the left, next to the window.
What I thought where my shopping bags pressing against me was in fact a middle age man’s hand.What I thought where my shopping bags pressing against me was in fact a middle age man’s hand.
I had only one stop left of a 30 minute journey.I had only one stop left of a 30 minute journey.
Anonymous, South LondonAnonymous, South London
It was the first time a man thought he had the right to touch my body without permissionIt was the first time a man thought he had the right to touch my body without permission
I was fifteen or sixteen, in my final year of school and living in a very rural area. I would get the train to school everyday, often on my own. Usually the evening train I was catching would be a train packed with commuters from Manchester, also on their way home. Occasionally it would be so full that people wouldn’t even be able to get on a couple of stops after mine.I was fifteen or sixteen, in my final year of school and living in a very rural area. I would get the train to school everyday, often on my own. Usually the evening train I was catching would be a train packed with commuters from Manchester, also on their way home. Occasionally it would be so full that people wouldn’t even be able to get on a couple of stops after mine.
Because of the lack of carriages I would often end up standing in the aisles or cramped in doorways. It was on one of those occasions I thought somebody’s bag was brushing against my bum, so shifted my body to a different angle. It happened again, only this time, it felt less like a bag and more like caressing.Because of the lack of carriages I would often end up standing in the aisles or cramped in doorways. It was on one of those occasions I thought somebody’s bag was brushing against my bum, so shifted my body to a different angle. It happened again, only this time, it felt less like a bag and more like caressing.
I was young and innocent and turned around expecting to see a lots of shopping bags. Instead, I saw the single hand of a man standing behind me. I felt shocked and confused and stood there for a moment telling myself he’d probably done it by accident. We were packed like sardines and his whole body was millimeters from mine when it happened a third time.I was young and innocent and turned around expecting to see a lots of shopping bags. Instead, I saw the single hand of a man standing behind me. I felt shocked and confused and stood there for a moment telling myself he’d probably done it by accident. We were packed like sardines and his whole body was millimeters from mine when it happened a third time.
I immediately pushed my way through several people and stood on the opposite side of the door way and glared at him. He looked ever so slightly uncomfortable, but mainly sad and disappointed.I immediately pushed my way through several people and stood on the opposite side of the door way and glared at him. He looked ever so slightly uncomfortable, but mainly sad and disappointed.
I saw him most days, even when I started commuting on the same train into college. Sometimes I still see him now. I look back, now an avid feminist and wish I hadn’t given him that tiny benefit of the doubt. I wish I had said loudly, so the packed train could hear, “Can you stop touching my bum?” before I’d moved away.I saw him most days, even when I started commuting on the same train into college. Sometimes I still see him now. I look back, now an avid feminist and wish I hadn’t given him that tiny benefit of the doubt. I wish I had said loudly, so the packed train could hear, “Can you stop touching my bum?” before I’d moved away.
I’ve been groped and harassed and had men’s hands go inside my underwear in crowded clubs, swimming pools, concerts since and now I always make a point of acting on it. This incident still feels different – I was a school child, I was on public transport surrounded by people and it was the first time a man thought he had the right to touch my body without permission.I’ve been groped and harassed and had men’s hands go inside my underwear in crowded clubs, swimming pools, concerts since and now I always make a point of acting on it. This incident still feels different – I was a school child, I was on public transport surrounded by people and it was the first time a man thought he had the right to touch my body without permission.
Anonymous, DerbyshireAnonymous, Derbyshire
I felt sick, angry and guilty that I hadn’t reacted in the ‘right’ wayI felt sick, angry and guilty that I hadn’t reacted in the ‘right’ way
Early last year, I was on my way to meet a friend after work on the Cologne metro, when I spotted a man masturbating. He was stood behind a young woman, who had no idea what was going on. None of the other passengers did either, but because he was stood diagonally to me, I could clearly see what he was doing.Early last year, I was on my way to meet a friend after work on the Cologne metro, when I spotted a man masturbating. He was stood behind a young woman, who had no idea what was going on. None of the other passengers did either, but because he was stood diagonally to me, I could clearly see what he was doing.
I could feel my heart thudding and blood rushing to my head. I didn’t know what to do. A million scenarios rushed through my mind. Should I pull the emergency break? Should I call the police? Should I shout out loud and tell the whole train? I could feel my heart thudding and blood rushing to my head. I didn’t know what to do. A million scenarios rushed through my mind. Should I pull the emergency brake? Should I call the police? Should I shout out loud and tell the whole train?
It’s ridiculous the thoughts that go through your mind at such a time. I couldn’t bring myself to do the latter, I think partly from fear nobody would react and partly because I’m not used to causing a scene, as stupid as that sounds.It’s ridiculous the thoughts that go through your mind at such a time. I couldn’t bring myself to do the latter, I think partly from fear nobody would react and partly because I’m not used to causing a scene, as stupid as that sounds.
In the end, I did speak up. I told him I could see what he was doing and I warned the girl to step away. I got out my phone and wrote down his description and the time. He got off at the next stop.In the end, I did speak up. I told him I could see what he was doing and I warned the girl to step away. I got out my phone and wrote down his description and the time. He got off at the next stop.
I got off the one after that with my hands shaking and tears in my eyes and found a transport worker, who advised me to go to the transport office, but they were absolutely useless. They made me feel worse by saying I should’ve called the police at the time and there was nothing they could do. I left shaking like a leaf and called my boyfriend in tears. I felt like my reaction was silly as I wasn’t hurt, or even the victim, but I was just so shocked. I felt sick, angry and guilty that I hadn’t reacted in the “right” way. I decided to go to the police anyway, but they weren’t able to do anything.I got off the one after that with my hands shaking and tears in my eyes and found a transport worker, who advised me to go to the transport office, but they were absolutely useless. They made me feel worse by saying I should’ve called the police at the time and there was nothing they could do. I left shaking like a leaf and called my boyfriend in tears. I felt like my reaction was silly as I wasn’t hurt, or even the victim, but I was just so shocked. I felt sick, angry and guilty that I hadn’t reacted in the “right” way. I decided to go to the police anyway, but they weren’t able to do anything.
Then, a year later, just the other week – who should I spot on the metro? The same man. At first I thought I was imagining it – since the first incident I had often thought I’d seen him again and it was always my imagination. Then I realised he was wearing the same clothes.Then, a year later, just the other week – who should I spot on the metro? The same man. At first I thought I was imagining it – since the first incident I had often thought I’d seen him again and it was always my imagination. Then I realised he was wearing the same clothes.
Right before my eyes, he walked in my direction and stood directly in front of me, behind another young woman. I stared at his back incredulous. Could this really be happening again?Right before my eyes, he walked in my direction and stood directly in front of me, behind another young woman. I stared at his back incredulous. Could this really be happening again?
Sure enough, he was masturbating behind his open jacket. This time, I felt a surge of anger he was still doing this. I approached him and said loudly and firmly: “Hey, I know what you’re doing and I’m calling the police.”Sure enough, he was masturbating behind his open jacket. This time, I felt a surge of anger he was still doing this. I approached him and said loudly and firmly: “Hey, I know what you’re doing and I’m calling the police.”
He immediately moved to the next train doorway trying to get away from me but I followed and got out my phone. As soon as the doors opened, he started to run, so I chased him. He ran in a loop and got back on the same train. Unfortunately the doors closed seconds before I could get back on. So, I tried to warn other passengers through the window and then called the police.He immediately moved to the next train doorway trying to get away from me but I followed and got out my phone. As soon as the doors opened, he started to run, so I chased him. He ran in a loop and got back on the same train. Unfortunately the doors closed seconds before I could get back on. So, I tried to warn other passengers through the window and then called the police.
They took all my details and a description, and told me they had police checking the next station but that I may be called to make a statement. Last week I went through the whole process again and asked to look through just over a hundred photos of men who have been arrested for similar crimes. Once again, I was unable to identify him. They said they will try and identify him from CCTV, but I don’t hold out much hope.They took all my details and a description, and told me they had police checking the next station but that I may be called to make a statement. Last week I went through the whole process again and asked to look through just over a hundred photos of men who have been arrested for similar crimes. Once again, I was unable to identify him. They said they will try and identify him from CCTV, but I don’t hold out much hope.
Laura, CologneLaura, Cologne
I began to get really frightened for my safetyI began to get really frightened for my safety
Getting on the last, packed, train home from a concert, I managed to find a seat next to a window and promptly fell into a light sleep. I was aware of the train making stops and of people getting on and off. As usual, I kept my bag on my lap, wrapping its handle around my wrist to make it harder for anyone to pinch. I was also aware of an older gentleman in a suit, who got on the train and sat next to me, placing his suitcase upright on his lap.Getting on the last, packed, train home from a concert, I managed to find a seat next to a window and promptly fell into a light sleep. I was aware of the train making stops and of people getting on and off. As usual, I kept my bag on my lap, wrapping its handle around my wrist to make it harder for anyone to pinch. I was also aware of an older gentleman in a suit, who got on the train and sat next to me, placing his suitcase upright on his lap.
At some point the train lurched, waking me up with a jolt. I realised that there was a hand on my stomach, hidden to other passengers by my bag. I jumped in shock and felt the hand slide away.At some point the train lurched, waking me up with a jolt. I realised that there was a hand on my stomach, hidden to other passengers by my bag. I jumped in shock and felt the hand slide away.
I thought I was being robbed, so I checked my bag to make sure all the contents were there, then sat and tried to work out what had just happened. It felt as though a hand had been rubbing my stomach. The only person it could have belonged to was the man next to me, who was staring straight ahead as if nothing had happened. I decided I had imagined it, but sat up straighter and kept an eye on the man out of the corner of my eye.I thought I was being robbed, so I checked my bag to make sure all the contents were there, then sat and tried to work out what had just happened. It felt as though a hand had been rubbing my stomach. The only person it could have belonged to was the man next to me, who was staring straight ahead as if nothing had happened. I decided I had imagined it, but sat up straighter and kept an eye on the man out of the corner of my eye.
I watched him, well hidden by his suitcase, as he slowly reached his hand down to his side and gently stroke my thigh with his little finger, then several fingers, then his whole hand.I watched him, well hidden by his suitcase, as he slowly reached his hand down to his side and gently stroke my thigh with his little finger, then several fingers, then his whole hand.
The first time this happened I made an exaggerated yawning gesture and pushed him away. The second time, I turned to stare at him. The third time, I began to get really frightened for my safety and started to imagine everyone in the packed carriage was aware of what he was doing and were all part of his scheme.The first time this happened I made an exaggerated yawning gesture and pushed him away. The second time, I turned to stare at him. The third time, I began to get really frightened for my safety and started to imagine everyone in the packed carriage was aware of what he was doing and were all part of his scheme.
At this point, I turned my full body towards him and, in a voice which was meant to carry but which actually came out as a whisper, said: “Could you please stop touching me?”At this point, I turned my full body towards him and, in a voice which was meant to carry but which actually came out as a whisper, said: “Could you please stop touching me?”
He moved his hand, nodded, and got off the train at the next station.He moved his hand, nodded, and got off the train at the next station.
I cried all the way back to my final destination.I cried all the way back to my final destination.
Anonymous, West SussexAnonymous, West Sussex
His fingers in my hair and his ‘smile’ haunted me for daysHis fingers in my hair and his ‘smile’ haunted me for days
I was on the tram, on my way back to my shared flat, when I started to feel the back of my hair moving. At first I thought it was caused by a breeze or the air conditioning, but then I clearly felt fingers playing with my hair. I turned around and I was faced with a man smiling at me. His ‘smile’ made my blood run cold.I was on the tram, on my way back to my shared flat, when I started to feel the back of my hair moving. At first I thought it was caused by a breeze or the air conditioning, but then I clearly felt fingers playing with my hair. I turned around and I was faced with a man smiling at me. His ‘smile’ made my blood run cold.
I did not dare react further as the tram was almost empty - late-night service - and as I had to walk a few minutes to reach my flat once I stepped out.I did not dare react further as the tram was almost empty - late-night service - and as I had to walk a few minutes to reach my flat once I stepped out.
He stepped out of the tram one stop before I did, but he took time to look at me. His fingers in my hair and his ‘smile’ haunted me for days - and still do.He stepped out of the tram one stop before I did, but he took time to look at me. His fingers in my hair and his ‘smile’ haunted me for days - and still do.
CeB, BelgiumCeB, Belgium
Some names have been withheld or changed to protect anonymity. To report anything which makes you feel uncomfortable on transport in the UK, contact the British Transport Police by text on 61016 or call 101.Some names have been withheld or changed to protect anonymity. To report anything which makes you feel uncomfortable on transport in the UK, contact the British Transport Police by text on 61016 or call 101.