I’ve never talked about the first time I was sexually assaulted. Like many women, I felt shame. Honestly, when it happened at the time I knew I had been disrespected. I felt disgusted, dirty. But I still didn’t consider it to be a sexual assault.
No one had ever talked to me about what that does…sexual assault. No one had ever said, “Sujeiry, if a man touches you without asking, if a man insists on talking to you and hitting you on and propositioning you, that’s assault. That’s sexual assault. And that’s illegal.”
I chucked this man using my ass as an ATM machine as a man being a pig. As a man being a man. As a man seeing what he wanted and taking it. And I felt helpess.
I didn’t realize until now, until #MeToo that I was sexually assaulted at 18. And again at 20 by a different man.
It happened to me. It happens to most Latinas on a daily basis while they walk their kids to school or go to the bodega or take the subway. And women, Latinas like me, are speaking up on social media.
“At 18 I used to work at Jimmy Jazz on Burnside Avenue, I was the only female. One day I was laid off out the blue, when I called my boss to ask why, he asked me to come back in so we can speak in person. When I arrived he told me point blank that if I wanted my job back I had to perform fellatio on my co-worker who had a thing for me. I was disgusted. Told him to keep his job.” – Angie, NYC
“There is a man on my timeline who recently couldn’t talk to me at an event with out trying to run his fingers down my spine in public, talking about “I support women and the “me too” movement. He is a father to three girls and I know his wife for 20 years.” – Janice, NYC
#MeToo. Unfortunately, #MeToo.