"If all the women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote "Me too" as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem."I am not going to list the countless times I've been sexually harassed and/or assaulted over the last thirty five plus years. There are too many. But I'm going to illustrate how society protects abusers since their younger age, and gives them a free ticket to assault women.It was the third year of kindergarden. My daughter just turned five years old. My happy little girl wasn't so happy anymore. She was scared. She had come back home with biting marks over the last few days. I asked what happened at school, repeatedly, until she told me.A boy was threatening her. That was simple: if she didn't kiss him he'd bite her. I went to see the teacher to complain about the boy. Days passed and nothing changed. I then took the matter to the principal. The teacher came back to me saying that the poor boy had learning difficulties (he started talking late) so we shouldn't be too hard on him. To which I answered that it didn't excuse his aggressive behaviour, and that he had to stop. I was dismissed. My daughter told me more. The boy had a friend who was tall and strong for his age and was playing muscles for him. At recess, they'd go to the bathroom and pressure the girls to take off their undies and show them their genitals. I finally understood why my little girl wouldn't go to the bathroom all day at school.I tried to talk and warn the other parents. They didn't have a clue of what was happening and frankly they didn't want to know. For them, I became a trouble maker.The school didn't protect my daughter so I had no other choice than to go to the police to make a formal complaint. The police officer told me that unfortunately there was no legal ground for a complaint. Reality stroke me. The system wouldn't protect my little girl. I was sitting there, at the police station, contemplating the idea of shaking the boy to scare him off (and get in trouble myself) when the police officer looking at me, saw my despair and said:- If you want, with my colleague, we could pay a visit to the school tomorrow and talk to the boy. Hopefully he'll be intimidated by our uniforms and stop.So they did, and it worked. The boy stopped harassing and assaulting my daughter in favour of other preys. But the school punished her.There was a ritual in class before morning recess. Kids in turn would have the privilege to pass on the box of biscuits. It was a big deal. My daughter's turn never came. All the other children had that privilege several time during the year, but not her. They could see how unfair it was to her, and would sometimes talk about it. But no, she had talked, she had brought trouble, so the teacher ostracised her as a punishment.And here is, ladies and gentlemen, how society teaches women to stay silent from the younger age.