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originally posted by: sine.nomine
Okay, whatever, I get the process. But there's this one man who direct observes, where every time I go in, he puts his hand on my back and pats it lightly. Then he lays his hand on my shoulder and rubs down to my middle back in a prolonged circular motion, and he's done it everytime I've been in there with him. I know this is a minor thing probably, but it severely bothers me, to the point of hyperventilation, panic attacks, and extreme depression...
originally posted by: sine.nomine
I'm gonna try to keep this short and lighthearted... Here we go...
So you may not believe this from a white man in his 30's, and I've done my best to keep this silent, but I have to vent. I've been sexually harassed 4 times this month...
Now, I know what you're thinking: "sure you have.. some Walmart employee looked at you in a lewd fashion..." But, no... Now tell me what you think about these events. I'll start with the first, which I really don't consider harassment, but my friends all say is harassment.
I have this problem with pants where the left back pocket always tears. I work around A LOT of exposed razor blades and tight spaces so clothes get torn up and battered pretty quick (even when the machinery is off, which of course it always is when I'm working in it). Anyway, I was coming back to work from lunch and a hole had torn in the corner of my back pocket. A female manager was behind me (I'm male, and identify as male) and grabbed my back pocket and ripped it down, as to say "don't wear ripped pants to work", but they ripped at work, and she was essentially grabbing my butt and trying to expose more of my rear end by yanking down.
Anyway, that's fine, because it is what it is, and sometimes people do stuff like that. It's okay.
Now, I'm on a diversion program for being pulled over with my medications out of the bottle (yeah, apparently that's a thing). So I have to drug test a couple of times a week. Because it's technically a drug charge, I have to be directly observed. Here's the process:
I go into the facility. It's an all-female staff. They call in a male to direct observe. Once he gets to the facility, I get taken back, my possessions are taken and put in a lockbox, and they put the key on a hook in the bathroom with me (because it can't be in my pocket). The water supply is shut off to the bathroom and I go in with the direct observer. I need to pull my pants and underwear down to my knees and lift my shirt up to my nipples until they are done examining. Then I give a sample.
Okay, whatever, I get the process. But there's this one man who direct observes, where every time I go in, he puts his hand on my back and pats it lightly. Then he lays his hand on my shoulder and rubs down to my middle back in a prolonged circular motion, and he's done it everytime I've been in there with him. I know this is a minor thing probably, but it severely bothers me, to the point of hyperventilation, panic attacks, and extreme depression...
The power dynamic is this in the eyes of the law: I'm a druggy POS for having a prescription drug I didn't take, and this man is a state-sanctioned drug test supervisor. So there's no way my voice will be heard in any courtroom. Furthermore, I am stripped of all possessions, so I can't bring a camera in to the test site.
Y'all are probably thinking I should tell the guy to cut that crap out, and I agree. But I just freeze and find I can't do anything when it happens... Light-hearted sidenote, when I was between the ages of 7-10 I was frequently abused by a family member, up to and including rape. I never did rat this guy out, but now he has a wife and a kid and I really don't believe he is that person who raped me years ago... I'm glad I never talked about it, and I'm truly glad that he's found a happy life.
So... What do I do? I'm literally in tears as I type this. This man terrifies me, and it takes me to a horrible mental place, but I know nobody will listen, and I know people deserve another chance. Something tells me this old bastard has ran out of chances, but I'm not the guy to decide that...
Sorry for the rant...
Oh, and what's red and smells like blue paint?
Red paint.
I told you it would be light-hearted...
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