Maybe you still talk about it like it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe you laugh when you tell the story. Maybe you change the details each time, depending on who’s listening. Maybe you say “it was weird” instead of “it was wrong.”
Sometimes, survival looks like contradiction. Like forgetting on purpose. Like trying on different words until one of them feels safe enough to hold.
You don’t owe anyone a neat version of what happened. It was messy. You’re still here. That’s the truth.
Being sexually harassed is less like you were running and tripped, and more like someone pushed you. Replaying everything you did or didn’t do doesn’t actually help you to prevent it from happening again.
This is true no matter what. No matter
what you wear
how much money you make
where you work
or anything else
They asked if I wanted to file a complaint. I said no I’m trying to stay employed, not enter The Hunger Games.
If you work the day shift. JK I love work. Actually JK JK
Fred "touch me not" Gruber finally got let go after his third reprimand.
Dance of the Forest Nymphs by Warren B Davis
Even people who care about you and want you to be safe may disbelieve you at first. This is not because you are to blame or because your story is not true.
most people
who are harassed at work
never file a complaint.
not because they don’t care but
because they’re scared it’ll make
everything worse.
📂brain dump / digital diary / untangling the knots💭 words, art, memes, chaos, clarity—whatever helps🔓 navigating the barren landscape—pot holes, craters, aftermath🫀 we believe youSubmit anything.#sexualharassment
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