During my first trip to India in 2012, I was sexually assaulted twice.  For years I defined my experience as sexual harassment. I wasn’t entirely clued up on the difference between ‘harassment’ and ‘assault’ and figured as neither of the men raped me, neither of them physically hurt me, how could it be assault? How could I put myself in the same boat as the countless women and men around the world who had experienced the unimaginable? When what happened to me, in my eyes at the time, really wasn’t that bad. It was a long time later, during a conversation with my friends, that my thought process changed. One of them mentioned how they’d been ‘sexually assaulted’ by a man in a club and I, with thoughts of what had happened to me, was horrified for them. I asked what happened. He brushed past her on the way to the…