Dusky

A few weeks back my wonderful mother, who raised me as equal to my brothers, encouraged me in everything I did and is a vocal supporter of equality, broke down in tears while walking home from town with me. I’ve rarely seen her cry. Shes a primary school teacher, and told me that at the staff Christmas party her male colleague spiked her drink and then proceeded to try to snog and grope her. The other staff just sat by drunkenly laughing. They thought it was funny because my mum doesn’t drink and they thought it would be amusing to see her off her face. When he tried to grab her they thought it was funny to see her ‘out of control’. Whats most fucked up is that my mum thinks its her fault. She took months to tell me what happened, even longer to tell my brothers why she was scared to go back to work. She was scared to bring it to the head for fear her colleagues would hate her. My mother raised me to see sexual harassers as scum, but still thinks its her fault when men treat her badly. For reference, shes in her late 50s. This isn’t something exclusive to ‘young attractive girls who dress provocatively’.