I’ve never been sexually harassed.

Perhaps there was a time when I was walking down the street from the library, and a car full of men whistled and hollered at me.

Perhaps there was a time when a male friend messaged me. He told me in vivid detail how he’d like to fuck me until his penis burst out the other side. He asked if I would like that. I told him to fuck off.

Perhaps there was a time when I was petrified that a boy who kept following me would follow me home from school, walk with me down the dark road, and kill me.

Perhaps these times were all when I was under the age of fifteen.

But perhaps these aren’t sexual harassment. Not truly. Because they happen so often that when asked, I generally forget they’ve even occurred at all. What is this compared to rape? What is this compared to unwanted touch? Nothing, I would assume.

Nothing at all.