Again @Tyr. I do not know how much a man modifies his behaviour because of fear of false accusation but I imagine quite a lot.
What you and Francesca were talking about was what women do in face of fear of sexual assault: and from the beginning we have been talking to some people here who have tried to argue that is equal. I do not think it is and most men here agree, so far as I can tell: indeed your lift example seems to show you are actually very well aware of this
I raised the complementary male fear in the OP: I am not trying to devalue it nor to suggest it is not important: the fear is unreasonable in terms of the facts: but it is real nonetheless, and it is an important reason for our failure to communicate because we focus on such different things. So I am very interested to hear the ways this fear does in fact modify male behaviour, if people are willing to share.
I have determined that it might be helpful to some people for me to discuss my personal experiences here. If it isn't useful to you, just ignore it.
I'm both a rape victim, of a female rapist, and someone who has been falsely accused of sexual harassment and sexual coercion. When I was young, about ten years old, a female relative of mine molested me off and on, and raped me once. I told her that we shouldn't do that, and that we should stop, but I still did as I was told. It felt so sickening to be following her instructions even while I was pleading to stop. Why did I let that happen? It feels as though I must have wanted it; why else would I listen? I didn't want to, but I did anyway. This has made me very disgusted with my overly ample sex drive. You think Catholics have a lot of sexual guilt? I think I have them beat. Constantly I'm feeling bad about even
having sexual attraction, let alone making a woman feel uncomfortable.
Even worse is being accused of sexual misdeeds. This was the case after the first time I gave my love to a woman. Long story short, she went back to her boyfriend and accused me of seducing her, or coercing her depending on what day it is. Long story mid length, she initiated all but one (and not the first) sex act and obviously consented. Hell, she tied me to the bed. Now, for someone who has been raped before to allow someone to tie him to a bed should indicate the level of trust I had in her. Blaming me for everything turned out to be one of the prerequisites for getting back together with her now fiance. Do you know what kind of hell I went through considering that I had coerced a woman, one that I was in love with, into sex. Logically, I knew that this was not the case, but I kept thinking that maybe I was fooling myself into thinking it was not the case. It was my fault again. Forcing or tricking a woman into sex is abhorrent to me, and it felt like I had done just that. In my head I was a rapist.
Her allegation deeply hurts me personally, but not further than that. This was due to her not wanting anyone to know about it at all. For a long time I honored my promise to her to not tell anyone about what we had done. Thankfully she released me from that promise or I wouldn't be telling anyone at all.
A false allegation that scared me greatly happened at work. There was a girl working there for a company that rented space in the store who liked to talk to me. I didn't see anything wrong with that. However, she talked about sexual things a lot. Again, this in and of itself didn't seem odd to me, but she hugged me a lot. This confused me, but I didn't see the direct harm. When she told me that her boss was sexually harassing her, I was very angry, as those things tend to anger me. He was kind of creepy in my view anyway, and I could see no reason to doubt her. The man was fired, and I was pleased. Then it was brought to my attention that during a review of her work, one critical of her poor effort and poorer sales, she accused me of sexual harassment and distracting her by hugging her. I had never even initiated a hug. She had
always hugged me. The only time I could even remember initiating a conversation with her was when she brought her son in one day.
I was terrified of what people would think. Could I loose my job? What would the people I worked with tell other people? I became physically ill. Three things saved me. As it turned out, she had accused almost
every man she worked with of the same thing. At some point people stopped believing (note
after getting two men fired, deserved or not I don't know). Secondly, we didn't work for the same company. They told her that if I was a problem that she would obviously have to tell my superiors, which she did not. And lastly, no one believed her because of my well established reputation as a non-sexual person. As it turns out, several people I worked with believed I was gay. That's what you get when you treat women with respect and don't stare at them.
The other instance that might count as sexual assault happened while at a state park. I had brought my friend who is rather afraid of being alone with women, although that wasn't a huge fear of his at the time, to hang out with mutual female friends and one girl's family. Well it came to sleeping arrangements it became clear that either him or I would have to share an inflatable mattress with one of the girls, because they all refused to use the cot and let the two of us share a bed. Knowing that my friend was adverse to sharing a bed with any of the women. This was exacerbated by two of the three women fighting all day for the attention, if not the affection, of him. Naturally, I took the bed with the woman I had just that day met and let my younger friend take the cot alone.
I woke up when she grabbed my hand and put it down her pants. That time I stopped it. Unfortunately that didn't stop her from tying the same thing all that week. What could I do? I couldn't submit my friend to that. I didn't want to cheat on my then girlfriend. Well, in the end all those girls and most of their friends dropped me as a friend. Still great friends with my ex though. She rocks.
That's kind of rambling, I know. Perhaps it isn't in the least useful. Thanks for listening.