BY MIA FREEDMAN
The first time I was sexually harassed at work, I didn’t know what it was. Same with the second and third and fourth times.
It happened when I was working as a waitress in a restaurant after I’d left school. The owner was a loud, charismatic European guy in his 50s with a big family and there were two waitresses, me and another girl.
It began as comments about my appearance – often in his own language which he would helpfully translate. “Beautiful wet girl” he would growl at me sexually as I walked past him throughout the night between the restaurant floor and the kitchen.
It was annoying and off-putting and it made me intensely uncomfortable. Later, it would make me quite scared. But I had no name for it. “He’s a bit of a sleaze” I said to the other waitress one night when we were out of earshot. She nodded and rolled her eyes. She’d been there longer than me but she was on a working visa so she knew her position was more tenuous.
I decided the best approach was to ignore his comments which were growing more full-on with each shift I worked.
He then started brushing up against me in the kitchen – away from the eyes of customers who all thought he was a large and lively legend- after I’d cleared tables. My arms were full so I couldn’t push him away. It happened a couple of times, at which point I quit. I had begun to dread going to work and was starting to feel unsafe.
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When I was in my 20's, I worked for a small manufacturing company that had a live-in, sleazy old caretaker. He was divorced and thought he was 'god's gift to women'. He kept coming onto me. He'd make sleazy comments like 'let's shower together?' I'm a very clean person,I didn't live there, (but there was a shower there, just for him). He's stick his tongue in and out at me. He'd even get jealous and make sarcastic comments when I was in the lunch room talking to a male colleague. He really gave me the creeps and I was scared to be around him. Finally, I had enough and went to my boss. He told me to "ignore him". When I rejected the old caretaker, he'd turn most of the other staff against me and make my life uncomfortable. I finally left. I have a great job and a lovely boyfriend now, but it took me a long time to trust men again.
What about at uni? By a thesis supervisor? It was awkward because if I left that was the end of my degree and it was important to me. I complained and other staff started to bully me, students also found out and they did the same. I had to complete honours off campus but in doing so had to accept a unit in modern rather than ancient history. My complaint was investigated for 3 months and the uni appointed investigator started to say to me close to her decision that I had made it all up. I'm not sure why I would do that given the consequences of complaining, and my academic record. He still teaches, he never was disciplined at all. I ended up getting first class honours, won a scholarship to a more prestigious uni to do my phd, and have just completed it. I teach at that uni and am completely respected there. I decided I would never treat my students the way I had been treated. I studied at Oxford last year and fulfilled my dream to do that. In the end I thought the best revenge was absolute success.