On one of my visits home to Baltimore, my father noticed I had recently started to dress down: always pants, hiking boots, and big loose jackets. I explained to him it was my attempt to be invisible, not to attract harassment, and I told him about the challenges I faced simply walking down a street alone. I didn't want him to worry, so I was careful not to share the most egregious details. I told him the experience was both ordinary and traumatizing and that I changed my behavior in anticipation of its possibility. He shook his head dismissively, not believing me, and told me all these instances couldn't have happened. I was stunned.