The reason that Sarah Everard’s disappearance hit so close to home is because she is me. She is you. She is a woman who followed the rules, wore bright clothing, told her boyfriend where she was and that she was coming home, she walked on a busy road and just like that, in a flash, she was gone. It’s the worst case scenario brought to life.
Part of what has been so traumatic over the last few days is the stories that so many women have been sharing of all the times they were harassed or grabbed or raped. Reading those accounts makes it really hard to live alone and to face the streets at night. It made me reflect on my own experiences, all of those times I was lucky to get away relatively unscathed. Yes, I may have cried myself to sleep. Yes, I may have changed my route home from work or even moved flats. But I am still standing.
When did that become enough?