One of the radio topics today is allegations of unacceptable behaviour and sexual misconduct amongst celebrities and politicians.
It is a difficult subject, one which happens in all walks of life, and is not to be made light of or dismissed as knee jerk reactions.
Having fostered teenagers who were victims of sexual abuse, I am aware of some of the reactions to said allegations, founded or not.
This post is not about that, but more of an instance in an office where I worked.
I am not a particularly tactile person, and a bit choosy who I hug or who I allow to hug me.
This particular person was more than a hugger though as far as I know, not a groper.
It was nothing for him to put his arms around the shoulders/chest of my fellow female workers, leaning into their hair and giving them a cuddle as he chatted.
He tried it with me…………… ONCE.
I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed, but not wanting to make an issue of it, I simply told him quietly that I didn’t like it and please not to touch me again. He accepted that.
I sympathize with anyone who has to work with or come in contact with someone who doesn’t take the hint or refuses to respect another’s personal space.
What is appalling today is that it has taken so long for victims to come forward.
Some time ago, a conversation, somewhat heated, got under way and I voiced my opinion that the most likely reason for such a delay was because the victims felt they would not be believed (as were my foster kids), would be made out to be liars or worse, had given their abusers encouragement, or that they were over-reacting.
No-one has a right to be over familiar, touchy feelie or otherwise with somebody else without their consent. Gender doesn’t come into it.
Even the most innocent of actions can lead to emotional inner turmoil which can take years to recover from.
And that is something I do know first hand.