When I was 16 I worked on Saturdays as a receptionist for a nutritionist. At the end of one Saturday I was invited into the nutritionist’s office and asked to be a volunteer patient so he could test out the timing of a physical exam. I lay on the massage table and he started to grope around my chest area. He pulled up by bra over my breasts and rubbed under my breasts. He asked, ‘Tell me when it starts to hurt’. After a minute or so, it started to hurt and he stopped, turned away from me and told me that was it for the day. Puzzled and embarassed, I left. When I returned the next Saturday there was a strange woman sitting in my seat. She told me I wasn’t needed anymore and to go home. I’d been sacked! I told my mother but my mother did nothing about it, dismissing it. Not only that but she still visited this horrid little man and paid him for nutrition advice!
