I read this story in the Washington Post this morning:
What happens when you ask women for their stories of assault? Thousands of replies.
I’m posting this in the Pit because I expect it to get contentious. Not positive it belongs here, but I expect someone to make this into a mudfight. And I apologize in advance to anyone who takes offense at the topic, but if you’re not interested, then don’t read it.
I’m NOT asking about all assaults of any kind (unless you wish to share). I**'m asking women to post incidents where a male reached out and touched your genital area, over your clothes or under them, when you did not invite him to, and when you did not want him to. **Can I make that any clearer?
This could have happened at any age (you or the male), in any setting (personal, professional, academic), at any time of the day or night, in short, in any circumstances. You can add any other details (did you tell anyone, did you punch/knee him in the balls, was he your boss/teacher and you decided not to react, etc.) or don’t fill in with any details besides the basic incident. If it happened more than once, do tell.
*Aside: If you’d like to share times when a man touched your breast(s) when you did not invite such touch and did not want it, by all means, please post. *
I’ll go first: when I was about 10 (in 1958), I was walking in the woods with two little neighbor girls–they were twins about age 6. We encountered a boy on the path–he was older than me, I’m guessing around 13 or 14. I don’t remember much except him spontaneously reaching inside my shorts and panties and cupping my genital area. It startled me. I can still feel his cold hand 57 years later. I wasn’t afraid–I didn’t feel threatened. I felt embarrassed, especially because of the girls. Then he took out his penis, which was erect, smooth and pink (yes, he was a white boy, and so were we three girls). I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t do anything. The girls went home and told their parents and they called my parents. I was absolutely mortified. My parents never talked to me about sex. When my father started questioning me about this, I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.
I don’t think any lasting harm was done to me, but I remember the feeling that somehow I must have invited him to touch me just by being there and being a girl. He reached out to me the way you would automatically assume a dog wants to be petted on the head.
Later, when I was in my 30’s and working for the local chapter of an internationally known non-profit organization, we had a board member-- he was old (in his 80s) and very rich, and actually, pretty charming. He had a way of sidling up to me (and presumably other women) and accidentally rubbing the back of his hand against the side of your breast while he was shaking hands with you.
Again, I’m not claiming rape or assault on this one, but it’s telling that he assumed this was perfectly okay to do and even expected.
Anyone else want to tell her story?