In discussing the #MeToo movement in the office, we realized that every single one of us has at least one, if not multiple stories to tell. What this movement demonstrates is the pervasiveness of sexual harassment and assault. It’s not a symptom of just one industry; it’s everywhere. Despite considering only sharing one blog post, we soon realized we had too much to say. This blog post is one in a series of our stories, all of which can be read here.
Us too. Too much.
The setting: Texas, 2nd floor “townhouse” with an exposed staircase to my unit. I lived with my sister.
It was reading week my sophomore year of university. I had a final essay due and my computer was acting up so I called my IT guy, Trent. He came over to my condo and started fixing my computer. He was a friend of mine so afterwards I asked him to join me for coffee in my dining room.
My sister was in the shower.
The doorbell rang and I answered. There stood a teenage boy asking me for directions to the movie theatre. I thought that was so strange. Why would he walk up the stairs to ask about the location of the movie theatre? Nevertheless, I gave him directions. As I turned around to close the door he jumps me from behind with all his weight. He had attached himself to my back and was holding a knife to my throat.
All I remember saying was “what the…” and trying to remove his arm from around my neck. It was so confusing.
Trent is witnessing the whole thing and gets up quickly. The kid sees him and takes off running and Trent chases him. Down the staircase, across the parking lot, and all the way down a major street in my city. A few police officers were driving by and stopped, at which point Trent screams to them, “GET HIM!”
They take the boy down, cuff him and search him. He had a large kitchen knife, rope, and many, many condoms.
He was 16 years old. I was 17. My sister was 18 and still in the shower when he arrived. Upon investigation, he had been stalking us for over 3 months, watching our every movement, but he failed to see Trent come to our condo moments before he planned to execute his attack.
I think my father took it as badly as I did. It was the second time I had ever seen him cry.
The guy was 16. A minor. He went to juvenile detention for one year and was later released and banned for life from the county. That’s it.
That is not ok.
Thank you, Trent, for being there. You were my guardian angel. I only wish I, and every female out there, didn’t need one as it pertains to this kind of shit.