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Empoderamiento offline, online, offline: Sobre mi experiencia con acoso callejero en México

Hace unas semanas, escribí en mi blog, Diario Igualdad, una experiencia que viví de acoso callejero. Cuando compartí mi relato de acoso callejero en el Internet, tenía miedo. Miedo porque si iba a publicar esa historia, entonces en cierto modo se volvía más real. Mi historia personal ya se volvía pública. Ya no podía olvidar lo que paso tan fácilmente o hasta pretender que nunca pasó.

Sentarme a escribir sobre mi experiencia ese mismo día, fue muy terapéutico y en cierto modo liberador. En los días siguientes, el artículo incitó muchísimas conversaciones con mujeres y hombres sobre esta situación de acoso callejero tan normalizado en las calles del DF y otras ciudades del país y el mundo. Gracias a este blog, una persona en facebook me agrego a un grupo contra el acoso callejero #CalleSinAcoso. Ahora estoy participando en un movimiento nacional en contra del acoso callejero que apenas estamos comenzando en colectivo. Estoy conociendo a mujeres feministas jóvenes increíbles con proyectos muy interesantes en sus comunidades y ya estamos planeando acciones conjuntas contra el acoso callejero. Entonces sí, creo que el empoderamiento en línea, o el activismo en línea, pueden llevar a conversaciones, activismo, acciones en la vida ‘real’. Creo que es especialmente poderoso las herramientas digital para combatir la violencia de género, porque suelen ser temas taboo que no son tan fáciles de discutir en otros medios.
Comparto mi relato de ese día que publique, fue mi cuarta entrada en el blog.

MI VESTIDO FAVORITO O EL PORQUÉ YA NO LO ES

El día de hoy, decidí ponerme mi vestido favorito. Me encanta; tiene colores alegres, resalta mis curvas, y además lo compré por 5 dólares en rebajas. Mi pareja dice que es mi vestido ´pavo real´.
Estoy regresando del gimnasio, caminando por una calle residencial en mi colonia, disfrutando del día soleado, y de repente,
siento unas manos en mis pompas.
Un motociclista desacelera lo suficiente para extender su brazo y alcanzar mis pompas. Muy tranquilamente, después de la manoseada de dos segundos, acelera y desaparece. Grito; uno insultos que no me enseñó mi mamá. Y ya, se acabó. No había nadie más en la calle en ese momento, nadie vio el incidente, no pasó nada.
Tengo ganas de vomitar.
Debería sentirme aliviada. Debería considerarme afortunada. No me robó, no era de noche, no se bajó de la moto, no pasó gran cosa.
Debería tener más cuidado. ¿Cómo me atrevo a ponerme un vestido tan llamativo en la Ciudad de México?, ¿Por qué estaba caminando sola en una calle vacía?
Lo que siento es tristeza, indignación, asco, un sentido de impotencia enorme. Porque si pasó ALGO. Según el Código Penal del Distrito Federal, tocamientos sin consentimiento están incluidos dentro del delito de abuso sexual. La sanción por el delito de abuso sexual es de 1 a 6 años de cárcel.
¿Cómo es posible que por el hecho de ser mujer, de tener cuerpo de mujer, soy destinada a sufrir este tipo de violencia? No fue mi decisión. No lo disfruté. No me sentí guapa o deseada por que un hombre desconocido me haya ‘echado el ojo’ o en este caso, literalmente la mano.
La calle también es MÍA, como de cualquier persona que vive en esta ciudad. Yo tengo el derecho a la movilidad, de sentirme segura de transitar en espacios públicos. ¿Qué pasa la próxima vez que salga de la casa; limito mi forma de vestir, limito mis horarios, limito mi forma de tránsito?
Según la Comisión de Derechos Humanos del Distrito Federal,
La violencia, particularmente la violencia sexual, constituye un obstáculo (particularmente para las mujeres) para el ejercicio del derecho a la movilidad, en tanto limita la accesibilidad en igualdad de condiciones a los sistemas de movilidad.
Mí vestido favorito, intacto. Me encantaría afirmar que sigue siendo mi favorito, que un desconocido no tiene tanto poder sobre mí. La verdad es que no estoy tan segura de volvérmelo a poner.

English translation by community member lmortiz

Empowerment offline, online, offline: About my experience with Street Harassment in México

Some weeks ago, I wrote in my blog, Equality Diary, an experience that I lived of street harassment. When I shared my story of street harassment in the Internet, I was afraid. Fear because if I was to publish this story, then in some way it would become more real. My personal story was to become public. Now I was not going to be able to forget so easily or even pretend that it did not happen.
Sitting down to write about my experience that same day, was very therapeutic and in a certain way liberating. In the following days, the article provoked lots of conversations with women and men about this street harassment situation so normalized in the DF streets and other cities of the country and the world. Thanks to this blog, a person from Facebook added me to a group against street harassment #CalleSinAcoso (Street without harassment). Now I am participating in a national movement against street harassment that we are barely just starting as a group. I am meeting incredible young feminist women with very interesting projects in their communities and we are already planning combined actions against street harassment. Then yes, I believe that with the online empowerment, or the online activism, can lead to conversations, activism, “real” life actions. I believe that it is especially powerful the digital tools to fight gender violence, because they tend to be taboo topics that are not as easy to discuss in other means.
I share my story of that day that I published, was my fourth blog entry.

MY FAVORITE DRESS OR WHY IT IS NOT ANYMORE

Today, I decided to wear my favorite dress. I love it; it has happy colors, it enhances my curves, and in addition I bought it for 5 dollars on sale. My partner says that it is my “turkey” dress.
I am returning from the gym, walking through a residential street in my neighborhood, enjoying the sunny day, and all of the sudden, I feel some hands in my buttocks.
A motorcycle driver reduces the speed enough to extend his/her arm and touch my buttocks. Very quietly, after the couple of seconds massage, speeds up and disappears. I scream; some insults that my mom did not teach me. And that is it, it is over. There was nobody else on the street at that time, nobody saw the incident, nothing happened.
I want to throw up.
I should feel better. I should consider myself lucky. He/she did not steal me, it was not at night, he/she did not get off the motorcycle, no big deal happened.
I should be more careful. ¿How do I have the courage to wear a dress that is so striking in Mexico City? ¿Why was I walking alone in an empty street?
What I feel is sadness, indignity, sickness, I feeling of enormous helplessness. Because SOMETHING did happen. According to the Penal Code of the Federal District, touching without consent is included in the sexual abuse offense. The penalty for the sexual abuse offense is from 1 to 6 years in prison.
How is it possible that because of being a woman, of having a woman’s body, I am destined to suffer this type of violence? It was not my decision. I did not enjoy it. I did not feel sexy or wanted because an unknown man have ‘echado el ojo’ or in this case, literally the hand.
The street is also MINE, like any other person that lives in this city. I have the right to mobility, to feel secure to transit public spaces. What happens the next time that I get out of the house; I limit the way I dress, I limit my schedule, I limit my means of transportation?
According to the Commission of Human Rights of the Federal District, Violence, particularly sexual violence, constitutes an obstacle (particularly for the women) for the exercise of the mobility right, which therefore limits the accessibility in equal conditions for the mobility systems.
My favorite dress is intact. I would like to confirm that it is still my favorite, that an unknown does not have so much power over me. The truth is that I am not so sure that I would wear it again.

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tu historia me ha hecho explorar mis sentimientos mas escondidos, cuanto daño puede traer a nuestras vidas el acoso, pero que bueno que hallas decidido alzar tu voz, porque en un momento te sentiste mal y sola por la terrible experiencia que pasaste pero también te has dado cuenta que hay muchas mujeres alrededor del mundo sufriendo esta abusivez: Mucho animo por continuar con los movimientos que has iniciado a raíz de tu vivencia y habemos muchas mujeres de tu lado :)

Paola Vásquez de León
En todo amar y servir
Guatemala

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Gracias Paola!

Gracias compañera de Guatemala!

lmortiz's picture

A Real Problem

Un problema real que ocurre en muchisimas ciudades del mundo y una historia conmovedora. Gracias por compartirla.

LMOS

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Empowerment offline, online, offline:

Empowerment offline, online, offline: About my experience with Street Harassment in México

Some weeks ago, I wrote in my blog, Equality Diary, an experience that I lived of street harassment. When I shared my story of street harassment in the Internet, I was afraid. Fear because if I was to publish this story, then in some way it would become more real. My personal story was to become public. Now I was not going to be able to forget so easily or even pretend that it did not happen.
Sitting down to write about my experience that same day, was very therapeutic and in a certain way liberating. In the following days, the article provoked lots of conversations with women and men about this street harassment situation so normalized in the DF streets and other cities of the country and the world. Thanks to this blog, a person from Facebook added me to a group against street harassment #CalleSinAcoso (Street without harassment). Now I am participating in a national movement against street harassment that we are barely just starting as a group. I am meeting incredible young feminist women with very interesting projects in their communities and we are already planning combined actions against street harassment. Then yes, I believe that with the online empowerment, or the online activism, can lead to conversations, activism, “real” life actions. I believe that it is especially powerful the digital tools to fight gender violence, because they tend to be taboo topics that are not as easy to discuss in other means.
I share my story of that day that I published, was my fourth blog entry.

MY FAVORITE DRESS OR WHY IT IS NOT ANYMORE

Today, I decided to wear my favorite dress. I love it; it has happy colors, it enhances my curves, and in addition I bought it for 5 dollars on sale. My partner says that it is my “turkey” dress.
I am returning from the gym, walking through a residential street in my neighborhood, enjoying the sunny day, and all of the sudden, I feel some hands in my buttocks.
A motorcycle driver reduces the speed enough to extend his/her arm and touch my buttocks. Very quietly, after the couple of seconds massage, speeds up and disappears. I scream; some insults that my mom did not teach me. And that is it, it is over. There was nobody else on the street at that time, nobody saw the incident, nothing happened.
I want to throw up.
I should feel better. I should consider myself lucky. He/she did not steal me, it was not at night, he/she did not get off the motorcycle, no big deal happened.
I should be more careful. ¿How do I have the courage to wear a dress that is so striking in Mexico City? ¿Why was I walking alone in an empty street?
What I feel is sadness, indignity, sickness, I feeling of enormous helplessness. Because SOMETHING did happen. According to the Penal Code of the Federal District, touching without consent is included in the sexual abuse offense. The penalty for the sexual abuse offense is from 1 to 6 years in prison.
How is it possible that because of being a woman, of having a woman’s body, I am destined to suffer this type of violence? It was not my decision. I did not enjoy it. I did not feel sexy or wanted because an unknown man have ‘echado el ojo’ or in this case, literally the hand.
The street is also MINE, like any other person that lives in this city. I have the right to mobility, to feel secure to transit public spaces. What happens the next time that I get out of the house; I limit the way I dress, I limit my schedule, I limit my means of transportation?
According to the Commission of Human Rights of the Federal District, Violence, particularly sexual violence, constitutes an obstacle (particularly for the women) for the exercise of the mobility right, which therefore limits the accessibility in equal conditions for the mobility systems.
My favorite dress is intact. I would like to confirm that it is still my favorite, that an unknown does not have so much power over me. The truth is that I am not so sure that I would wear it again.

LMOS

DiarioIgualdad's picture

Thanks!

Thank you so much for your comment and for translating the post! I put the english version on my blog. Could you give me your full name so I can credit you for the translation :)

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