Anon – Ireland
When I was 19 I got my first real job in a hotel. I was living away from home for the first time and I felt so mature and grown up. All the female staff were expected to wear make up and be ‘well groomed’. I thought I had it made. There was a manager who everyone liked, he was always smiling and ready to do you a favour, and he took every opportunity he could to grope and harass me. I tried to avoid being alone with him, but even around other people I could feel him watching me, smiling slyly as if we shared a secret, winking at me, deliberately and blatanly looking at my legs, my breasts, saying inappropriate things to me. I remember his wife had a baby while I was working there. The child was born with Downs Syndrome and everyone was devastated for them. Not long after that he caught me alone in the office and shoved his tongue into my mouth and tried to force me down onto the desk. I got away by what we call in Ireland ‘plámás-ing’ him. Flattering him, telling him that now was not the time, empty promises designed to get him at bay. I couldn’t tell anyone because everyone felt so sorry for him, including me! I excused his behaviour by saying he was going through a tough time. But I was actually going through a really tough time too. I was extremely vulnerable. I was drinking and using drugs and ended up in a treatment centre before I was 21. That man, was not the only one who ‘took advantage’ of me but it always sticks in my head because of how well thought of he was, and how no one would ever believe he would be capable of it and because he played it off by saying things like ‘You’re making me feel this way’, as if I was responsible for his behaviour. I feel so sad for that young girl I was who felt utterly alone and powerless.

























