Do not ever be afraid to say no.
For the first two months of my employment, my boss made blatant sexual advances toward me. He was always violating my personal space and always had his hands on me whenever he could. My shoulder, my lower back, my hips, my thighs. He would smell my hair and my neck. He would stand very close behind me. Pretty sure I felt a boner one time.
I was terrified. I was new. I wanted to quit. This was a first time for me to be sexually harassed at a work setting. I couldn’t punch my own boss. In retrospect, I wonder why I didn’t. If I had, or if I had only said ‘no’ or ‘stop,’ it wouldn’t have gone on for two months.
I was afraid to speak out, or to even tell someone. I couldn’t tell my boyfriend at the time, what would he think? It took me two months to muster up enough courage to talk to my closest friend; and it was through that conversation that I found even more courage to end the harassment.
I still work here.
I’m no longer afraid, but I am always cautious.
I’m also tired of keeping this a secret. So here it is.