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.