The ME TOO craze has me a bit angst. It makes a moral equivalence of rape and sexual harassment. Doing so trivializes rape.
Here are what I call the harm and horror levels of rape:
1. Raped and killed.
2. Raped and seriously injured.
3. Raped, penetrated but few or no physical injuries.
4. Raped by someone you knew and trusted with varying degrees of the above; then threatened with harm if you revealed the assault.
5. Raped after drugs or alcohol used to make you more vulnerable.
6. Frequent sexual partner forced intercourse after you said “No.”
The closest I’ve come to being raped was when the judge who officiated at my wedding French Kissed me. Yuck. And he was a good friend of my father. It made a happy event a less happy memory.
Aren’t I lucky that counts as the worse rape like attack I have experienced? Yes. So I cannot say “Me Too” to rape. Very grateful about that.
Here is something to ponder about sexual harassment. Defined it means any unwelcome verbal or physical conduct by another toward you that is of a sexual nature.
When it occurs in the work place it violates your civil rights when made a term or condition of getting a job, keeping a job, or advancing in a job.
It can be wolf whistle, dirty jokes you do not what to hear or a work environment that makes you sexually uncomfortable. It can also include, at its worse, any of the behaviors I listed as rape.
Every woman I know can claim at least one and probably more incidents of sexual harassment.
Certainly, my list of events that could be labeled sexual harassment, is a longer one. When I was young and just started to work, I worked in a hospital. I quickly learned some of the men there would hug or try to kiss me if I happened into an area where I would be alone with them. Unpleasant, but only a bit more unpleasant than being groped on a subway or in a crowded elevator. Not enough to say ME TOO in terms of having been sexually harassed.
However, I worked almost 14 years at an agency where my boss was known to hire mainly young attractive, sexy woman. He didn’t hire me. In fact, he tried to get me fired after the woman who had hired me called him out and was fired.
At one point, he was told to stop dancing with his stable of young sexy women at agency events. At another point the agency was sued by a disgruntled female he had hired; there was some sort of settlement, and he kept his job.At another point, he lost his license as a therapist because of a complaint by a female patient. When I asked a Human Resources person how that could be that he continued working at the agency, I was told a license was not required for his position.
I needed my job, I loved the work I was doing, I loved most of the people I worked with. Moreover, he never made an inappropriate sexual advance toward me.
At one point, he did remove $60,000 from my budget and gave it to one of his more favored programs. At least I think that happened. I reported the discrepancy to the honor committee; along with my suspicion. I got no feedback, the money was not returned to my program, but a new auditing procedure was put in place.
How did he get away with all this? He was good at making allies, particularly among the men who held power over him. He was very good at getting people to talk to him and confide in him. I don’t know for sure, but I think that meant he had something to hold over lots of people’s heads.
As you may have noticed, I do not hold much back. I just never trusted him enough to confide anything of importance. Moreover, in time, he came to see me as somewhat of an ally.
As he put it, “You manage upward well.”
I did. I sought common ground, praised what he did right, pointed out where I disagreed with his actions, but tactfully and always recognizing he was the boss.
At one point, he wanted to hire one of my sons to do some private work for him as a building contractor. My son certainly could have used the work, but I never told him of the offer.
Sigh. Does the above allow me to join the ME TOO sexually harassed victims? I don’t know. Probably, but not in my eyes.
Am I failing sexually harassed women by not joining? I know some will think so. But I do not want to join the movement as to me is makes harassment the equivalent of rape.
Here’s another point to ponder. PTSD triggering. If you have been raped, your brain’s trigger for recalling danger makes sexual harassment a trigger for recalling the rape. I suspect given a choice to get rid of one or the other, raped women would prefer sexual harassment to rape. Just my opinion, but what started this post.
And a final point to ponder. The more one recalls the terrible things that have happened to you without putting them in perspective the more they continue to hurt and pain. I am not saying deny the bad, instead, try telling yourself this, “That was then, this is now.”
That was the point of learning to see yourself as a survivor and not a victim. Doing so helps most people deal better about having dealt with the terrible things that are part of life.
So here’s the Emotional Fitness Tip related to the above. Two words cannot begin to cover complicated issues.
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Links of Interest
Emotional Intelligence (en.wikipedia.org)
- The five components of emotional Intelligence (www.sonoma.edu)
- An Emotional Fitness Program for Parents (amazon.com)
- Easy Emotional Fitness Exercises.
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