Gross encounters of the unwanted kind

A woman in her 80’s stopped by my office this week to reflect on a time she had been sexually harassed by a college classmate. Although the event occurred decades earlier, she still hesitates to attend school reunions, fearful to encounter him again.  “Just seeing him makes me feel sick to my stomach,” she said, “Do you know what I mean?”

I do indeed.  I would be willing to bet that every woman understands. If we gathered a group of woman together, each one would have at least one story of a time when she was harassed, molested, assaulted or spoken to in a way that made her feel disrespected or dirty or ashamed. Or just plain angry.

It’s been all over the news lately. The politics of the situation are not as important as the need to have this conversation, to get the problem out in the open.  Our sons and our daughters must listen so they learn to treat one another with respect.

We can start by sharing our stories. The “gross encounters” that I have experienced are probably no worse than anyone else’s.  I could tell you about the time when

  • Two boys were playing a rough game of tag with me at a school picnic when I was eleven. Suddenly one of them grabbed me and pushed me to the ground, pinning my arms down while the other boy reached under my shirt.  I can still hear their breathless laughter. That ended when a male teacher yelled, “What are you kids doing?” He then went on to childe me about teasing boys.
  • I was on my junior year abroad from college, backpacking with a male companion by train through Europe. He behaved like a gentleman for our entire trip, living up to our agreement to travel as friends, despite sharing rooms and living in close quarters. But on a night train to Rome as I ventured down the corridor to the bathroom, a stranger lunged out of a compartment, pushed me against the wall, and tried to kiss me as his hands groped my body. It was only when I brought my knee up suddenly that he stopped and pushed me away.
  • I received an envelope in the mail filled with images of violent pornography after challenging my male college dorm mates about the volume of their music. “Women should be quiet” was the only repeatable phrase scrawled across the vile photos. I could never prove that it was them, but I always felt afraid when I walked by their room.

Many women have experienced much worse.  Many women live in fear every day.

Every Sunday I announce God’s grace and forgiveness by announcing, “You are cherished by God.”  I want everyone in my congregation to know they are created in God’s image and deserve to be treated with respect.  Gender, race, sexual orientation – none of that matters. The person you see in the mirror – that person is God’s beloved.

Imagine how different the world would be if we treated one another that way.

4 thoughts on “Gross encounters of the unwanted kind

  1. Kelley Hill

    This resonates across all ages and cultures. Thanks for bringing it to the open forum. Next steps are on how to manage this behavior and obliterate the view that one is a victim.

    Your fan, Kelley

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  2. Michael Foster

    I’m sorry that you had experiences that are all too common for women in our country. I have apparently deluded myself into believing that we have made great strides in respect and equality for many groups of people in my lifetime, including women. I have been appalled that the intolerant, racist, misogynistic statements from Donald Trump seem to be acceptable to such a large segment of our population. We definitley need to have these conversations and emphasize the hurt that these attitudes perpetuate. Thank you for sharing and for sharpening the focus on the continued need for change in our attitudes.

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  3. howardshapiro

    I am proud you have the courage and the faith to share your story. You are a role model for us all. I took a workshop in self compassion this summer and the facilitator kept emphasizing: We are all more alike than we are different. Your stories are ours

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