As a woman in her 30s, I know all too well how common violence against women and girls (VAWG) is. From the seemingly innocuous – the jeers from men in vehicles, the ‘accidental’ brushing up against you as they walk past, the hand that lingers for too long – to the more insidious – surviving domestic violence and rape, I know that VAWG is something that has penetrated the lives of all the women I love in some form or another.
We all know how it plays out in our every day life, the ‘text me when you’re home safe’ when we say goodbye to our girlfriends, to walking the long way home to make the most of the streetlights. Sometimes we joke about it – perhaps as a survival mechanism, perhaps because it’s become the norm. But the dark nature of it always lies beneath.
I am a survivor of domest