Having read many of the stories in this blog it is coming back to me just how many times I was harassed while living in Invercargill, arse end of the world.
During my two years in Invercargill, I was ordered to smile on multiple occasions, once had, “SUBWAY, EAT FRESH” (?!) screamed into my ear, told I was a f**cking bitch when I didn’t respond to an obnoxious, “Hi!” (those last two were both kids under the age of 12 years, but still male). I was hassled on the street for having pink hair, or wearing unusual stockings and regularly honked at when walking home in school uniform. A bunch of obnoxious guys made clicking noises (like “giddy-up horsey” type ones at me in the supermarket (that one really pissed off my boyfriend).
I don’t remember my time in that city fondly, but not since reading this did I figure out why I had such a lasting impression of people down their as being closed minded, obnoxious and unfriendly. All your stories have made these experiences come rushing back to me. Never before or since have I experienced such a sheer volume of unwanted comments and attention as I did in that city.
– Anonymous
Location: Invercargill, NZ
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Sadly abuse and harassment can leave bigger memories than the beauty of a place. I fought off an attempted sexual assault on a hillside path in the rocky mountains years ago.. A beautiful place but still now being alone on any wooded path years later my senses are alwayl heightened and on full alert. Sad. I feel foe you.