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Living in fear is no way to live.
During school, I was the only female employee at a retail store geared towards men where one of my older coworkers was extremely disrespectful. I couldn't bend down to get in a drawer without being blatantly stared at. He referred to me as "sexy" when talking to me. When work was busy, he would go out of his way to squeeze behind me and brush his body behind mine or his hand against my butt. When I told my manager, he used my name and told the employee to cut it out. After that, I was terrified to work with him. He would completely ignore me when we needed to work together. He was aggressive verbally when he did speak to me and when handing me things. He would set up drawers of money to be wrong so I would get in trouble. I was too scared to say anything again to my manager after that.
I briefly dated a man in college who knowingly gave me HSV-1, and proceeded to lie to me about it and tell me I was a slut and it couldn't have been him. The night I told him what I thought I had and confronted him, he raped me in my own house. I've struggled for four years with the events of that night, and why I didn't report it. I assumed because I'd let him in, that I could've prevented it. I know now that regardless of my actions, he would've done it one way or another. It's been even more difficult to deal with the stigma of an incurable STD, and being fearful of and facing rejection from people who don't know the story of why I have it. While the sting of my rape has lessened, and with therapy I've been able to open up about it and tell those I'm closest to about what happened to me, to disclose my herpes to potential partners is like opening the wound repeatedly. Dealing with the rape has gotten easier, but the pain of dealing with a life sentence never does. I truly hope that no one ever experiences what I have (not even my worst enemy), and for those that have I hope they can have the strength to keep going, and for them to know it wasn't, isn't, and will never be their fault.
I was an employee who worked with mostly men. One day a co-worker asked me what I was giving him for his birthday. I responded what do you want, to my surprise he told me he wanted me to be his birthday present. I was flattered he would feel this way about me. That evening I told a friend and she warned me he was a player and liked attention from all women. It happened when I was in my 30s I did not think anything of it until recently hearing these stories about sexual harassment in the work place. It made me realize I was a victim of sexual harassment. What has been even more troubling to me is often I hear women say the same thing to male co-workers. People don't think that is sexual harassment instead they think she is flirting with him or being cute. Society needs to realize offering yourself as a gift isn't cute it is harassment and not wanted. People just don't know how to react because they don't want to hurt your feelings but it does make them feel uncomfortable and makes others that are present uncomfortable too because they don't know how to react. Most work places don't have any policies in place to handle such behavior.
3 years ago, I trusted a guy I had only known for 3 weeks. I trusted him and his friends. He left me with 3 of his friends, while he was "running home to change". His friends asked if I wanted to play beer pong and me being a lover of drinking games agreed to play. I didn't have any of my own liquor, so they offered up a few options. They mixed my drink and the game commenced. They turned the lights off half way through which confused me because I couldn't see the cups. Then, one of his friends started kissing me and pulling me towards his room. I couldn't fight back as he was over way 6ft and I'm barely over 5ft. From there, I have 2 memories. 1) "Why is there someone in my mouth and behind me? This isn't right." So I remember trying to roll and falling. 2) "Why is there ANOTHER person in the room?" I tried yelling and nothing came out. In the morning I wake up to no one there, no idea what happened so I called my brother. My brother couldn't understand me, and I apparently said I was going to sleep again. I did, and I woke up to the first guy inside me. Once I got enough strength, I told them I was leaving and ran out the door, called a cab. After trying to piece the night together, it was quite clear that I was roofied and raped by 3 men.