When I was 13, I lived in a foreign country which had a completely opinion of how to treat women than in free countries like the USA. I was marrying age in their culture. The men were obsessed with staring at me like a sex object. They would stalk me. Honk car horns and yell out the window to get me to look at the so they could see my face. Stared so intensely, they drove their cars up onto the sidewalk, tripped off curbs, and nearly walked into inanimate objects. And I really mean, nearly every man, every place I went, every day. I feared for my well being every step I took outside my house. My father repeatedly told me how I could be 'punished' by the natives if I was even perceived to wrongdoing in their eyes. It was so horrible being gawked at by every man in public. My parents always sent me to the commissary for groceries. They threw me to the wolves.
Many other things happened and my parents watched, made jokes and laughed at my torture. Until recently, I never thought of it as molestation or sexual abuse. It is molestation, without physical contact. No one can possibly understand unless they have lived in a country without freedoms and civil rights in order to fathom what took place and the motives behind the abusers.