Getting Sexually Harassed as a Mom

Feeling Forced to be a Victim

I was out with my young children one afternoon this week, heading to the local playground. A man came up to us and told me, aggressively, that I needed to be feared and that he would do it hard.

He didn’t say feared.

Now. There was nothing I wanted more than to scream at that guy and tell him how absolutely not ok this is.

I couldn’t. Because I had two little children with me. Standing next to me. Understanding that something weird had happened. Understanding that this man was aggressive, so did I.

There was nobody around I knew. Nobody witnessed the exchange. I couldn’t endanger my kids. Who could.

I kept walking, silently telling my children that they were safe.

This is not the first time this has happened to me. I hate that I have to tolerate this. And I’m pretty sure, I’m not the only one.

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