That's a very interesting point, petra. I did have problems at work when I left school, but more seriously starting from the age of 13 when a friend and I naively accepted an invitation to see a young male (15) friend's new flat, a home that he shared with his 32 year old uncle, (most definitely working class) who quickly appropriated me to show me around. When his hand shot up my skirt at first I froze - but then screamed whilst smacking him around the head with my bag and making a run for it. Friend was confused, as was young male, but I remember running for the door and praying it wasn't locked, then hurtling down the stairs. Did I tell anyone - not for years, until I was 18, when my younger sister brought the boy home as her boyfriend and I went into shock. It really traumatised me, because - he was An Uncle. I trusted him. In those days, you trusted your elders and were told to respect them. Your brain in that moment is telling you that you are wrong, you must be wrong.
In a weird way it stood me in good stead, because I was very suspicious after that, just as well as a taxi-driver tried to abduct me (aged 15) when his wife was pregnant, I almost got raped not once but twice, saved only by other people turning up, and was stalked by my boss when I was a newly-wed 20 year old. He even drove miles out of his way to drive me to work. He was 57. I left. My new boss asked why I was leaving, he was about 60. I told him that it was because my old boss was a dirty old man. he asked if I would have been as upset if my old boss had been 25. I replied yes, I was married and had thought that at long last I would be free from unwelcome advances at long last. He gave me the job and was wonderful.