When I was seven or eight, I’d heard a new word – sexual harassment – on the television and didn’t know what it meant, so I asked my dad.
“It’s something women do to get attention,” he replied.
I was young and I believed my dad’s explanation until I became the woman who was being sexually harassed.
Ironically, my first encounter with sexual harassment would come from one of my father’s employees – a physician who, as it later came out, had a long record of inappropriate behavior with women.
The “trusted” doctor came into my place of work, said he wanted to hire me to teach his son to ride horses, took down my phone number, and spent the weeks that followed sexting me and stalking me on my route to and from work.
What’d the organization do? Same thing they did with all the other sexual harassment complaints against this doctor – nothing effective.
I ended up quitting my job, changing my phone number (multiple times), and moving an hour away just to get the harassment to stop.
Have you seen the Ancenstry.com commercials?
Inquisitive descendants turn to genealogy to increase their understanding of heritage and legacy. Through the website, they access information about their predecessors, such as military service, educational accomplishments, family photos, etc. that inspire them to embrace their full potential and encourage them to share their family story.
I longingly watched the happy actors and actresses in Ancestry.com commercials, and decided to take it for a spin.
My genealogy experience – not so happy.
Turns out the only legacy my family tree provides is one of abuse, oppression, violence:
- Not that this was a surprise; I remember how quickly our home would turn into an all-out war zone.
- I remember calling the cops on my dad at the young age of five, because he was “gonna kill Mama”.
- I remember believing that domestic violence and rape were simply part of being a woman – and they were, at that time, in that family.