Fuck break ups, GAWD
I hate you, break ups.
I hate you, break ups.
Fucking dude purposefully grazed my breast at work today under the guise of stroking my arm in greeting while he slowly walked past me and two co-workers. This guy is the father of two of the owners of the restaurant I just started working at. He eats there every day, and is part owner of a restaurant managed by the same small company. So he’s not my employer or a co-worker, but he does have influence over my job if he asserts it.
In the first place, I would have felt uncomfortable if he’d touched my arm the way he did. He’s done that once before, and I blew it off as him not having an understanding of why it was inappropriate, and thinking to myself that he might not have meant anything by it, knowing that time would tell. Well motherfucken time sure did tell.
We were so busy, my co-workers didn’t see his action, and I was just as busy working with them to run food and shit. I was caught up real bad, because I was trying not to loose my shit at work, but having this intense reaction inside myself, struggling to keep tears back. It takes time for me to process these things. I now, over 10 hours later, feel that the best way to have handled it would have been to immediately assert my boundary verbally to him. But my first instinct is to doubt my own discernment. So I have to get past the whole “am I crazy?” part before I can asses what happened, and figure out both how different actions I could respond with or not respond with would affect me, and how they would affect women at large, both in my workplace and beyond. I feel a responsibility to act in a way that changes this bullshit.
I am so upset. I have decided that I am going to approach the person who trained me. I saw this guy touch her on the wrist the same way last week, and wanted to address it, but again, AGAIN (unfuckingbelievable) I thought of a million excuses for not talking to her about it. She is probably of the mindset that he’s just a “creepy old man” and that we have to just deal with it, and not let it bother us. Maybe she didn’t even notice. Maybe she won’t admit to having noticed because she feels uncomfortable talking about it. Maybe she will have already forgotten about it. The list goes on and on. This list is what is PISSING ME OFF.
That so many of us are so used to dealing with it that we have all these different ways to excuse the behavior, or rather, absorb its effects…while the behavior is perpetuated, tolerated, endured, etc etc…I have read so many zines and spent so much time re-writing my “script” for situations like this. I’ve established my boundaries. I am one of the last people I would expect to revert to my little girl self and freeze when this happens, and question myself for having smiled at him and been so sweet up to this point. I’m so frustrated that after all the work I’ve been doing, I still carry around the effects of the abuse and assaults and years of sexual harassment and social conditioning. I’m frustrated and upset that so many other people are still carrying this shit around too, and that so many other people (I know, I know other people feel it too)feel trapped in this fucking shit hole of a social fuck. That is the only word I can even try to ascribe to it. Fuck.
I am going to approach the person I saw him touch, and see what she has to say. I don’t know whether or not we will decide to go to a manager, but I know I have decided to address the issue verbally if/when (and if experience tells me anything, I could bet fucking money there will be a when) he touches me again, I will assert my boundary immediately, verbally, directly to him.
What I want to know from y’all is this: what do you do when you’re trying to deal with the residual? When you’re alone and angry and feeling trapped by everything that creates and perpetuates this type of environment? Because that’s what I am struggling with right now, and feeling a bit alone in a city where I don’t know many people, have no housemates and the one person whose presence would be a comfort is not here? What do y’all do?