#MeToo Story Number 1 - By Anon

For years, my father molested me. When I was 17 years old, I finally said "no". He then took his pistol and said he had no reason to live anymore. I ran out into the street and wouldn't come in until it was put away. My sister and step-mother both happened to be away at the time which is why he decided to come to my room. I lived in fear from that time until I became estranged from my family that if I ever made him very angry at me he would kill me. I never felt safe until about 7 or 8 years ago when I discovered he had died. The estrangement meant I was left out of the obituary as one of the surviving children.

My sexual harassment story was at work when one of member of a different section of the department decided he would use the hem of my skirt to clean his glasses. This was at a time when there was no sexual harassment training done for employees, but people who witnessed it were upset and went to his boss and he was made to apologize to me and he was written up.  

It is because of these 2 situations that I don't really like being touched unnecessarily. I realize that for most people and for most situations this is done innocently. For me it makes me flinch. I also don't touch people even in comfort unless I know that really well.

Submitted December 21, 2017 by Anon