by Asta » Sat Oct 15, 2016 5:05 pm
Why do women not report harassment, assault and/or rape?
In 1974 my friends at work took me out for drinks on my 21st birthday. Finally of age to have an alcohol beverage. It was Happy Hour (BOGO) I had 2 Black Russians, and one friend didn't want her 4th Scotch on the rocks so she gave it to me. What happened after that changed my life (not forever, there is professional help out there) but I was pretty much 3 sheets to the wind, my friends (yeah, friends) left me behind on my own, and when I wasn't able to find my car in the parking lot, I went looking for help and found this very friendly police officer in his patrol car. In hindsight I don't think he was really cruising the area looking for drunk drivers as much as he was looking for an easy victim. I asked him if he could drive me home which was an apartment just a mile away. I passed out in the patrol car, came to in HIS apartment, and I believe what saved me from God knows what was when I threw up on him. The next thing I remember (passed out again) was finding myself back in the parking lot of the bar, covered in my vomit, I found my car, threw up again in my car, was able to drive home, and when I told my (now ex) husband what happened, he beat me, and raped me. I remember him crying like a baby while he did this to me instead of getting me help. He didn't believe me. It was only 9:30 pm, it wasn't like I was out all night. I needed his help, I didn't get it. I filed for divorce the next week.
But wait, there's more.
Fast forward to 1989. I was 37 years old, and leaving work around 7:30 pm when I was pulled over for "speeding" by another City of Atlanta police officer. Let's call him Officer X. It was the usual "driver's license and registration please " script until he said he wouldn't give me a ticket for speeding if I gave him a blow job. I froze for a moment, then this fury came over me and with surprising calmness I replied, "just give me the ticket." He got angry, became somewhat threatening, but I kept my cool. While writing the ticket, the bastard actually said if I changed my mind, he would be at Manuel's Tavern after he got off duty at 9. When I got home, I told my (2nd) husband what happened, and as it turned out, he was good friends with someone in the motorcycle division of the Atlanta police department, so he called his friend and learned there was a shit load of complaints about this cop but no one would come forward or had enough evidence to get rid of him. I was asked if I was willing to call Officer X back and agree to meet him, that's all I had to do, I didn't have to go there, just make the phone call. In all honesty, I don't know if Officer X really got nailed, because I wasn't there to see it, but I got a call later from Spouse's friend telling me to tear up the ticket and he thanked me for my help.
But that's not the point of the second story. I told people at work later what happened, and one of the secretaries was married to an Atlanta police officer. She harassed me for months, called me a liar, said I was making the whole thing up, cops don't do stuff like that, all cops are good. She stole money out of my handbag, sabotaged my work among other things (HR was of NO help on this at all), she just went on and on until I said to myself screw this shit, I'm finding another job. She acted like I was accusing HER husband, and before I left that job, I did confront her and ask her why she was behaving like a psycho. She had no answer, just threw another hissy fit, calling me unstable and a liar.
So. Why do women not come forward? Because no one is going to believe us, not even other women. No way I would ever tell my parents, they would say I must have done something to encourage being raped. Tried to tell my first husband, but you read what he did, I guess he was reclaiming his property so to speak. Kinda like a dog marking his territory. At least 2nd spouse did something positive and productive (I left him when I sadly learned he had a whole other secret life, but I'm over it now), and 3rd spouse just doesn't want to hear about it, so I don't talk about it, instead I got a therapist and things are comfortably numb in a way.
I'm 64 years old. I still have nightmares. I don't trust authority figures, I don't trust men, and I don't trust women to give me any support. But I do carry a gun now. I didn't think I would grow up to be this kind of woman who has a concealed weapon license, who is afraid to go anywhere after dark, won't go anywhere without someone I do trust. But that is who I have become, and it shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be like this for anyone living in what I once believed was the greatest place on this planet. But it is.
Hopefully this answers some questions for those who have not walked in anyone else's shoes, or maybe high heels.