Why We Don’t Report

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I smiled and he called it an invitation.

I didn’t smile and he called me a bitch.

I laughed at his inappropriate joke and he said I agreed.

I didn’t laugh at his inappropriate joke and he called me repressed.

I showed my emotions and he said I was unstable.

I hid my emotions and he said I was cold.

I dressed one way and he called me a whore.

I dressed another way and he called me frumpy.

I told him to stop touching me and he said I was uptight.

I didn’t tell him to stop touching me and he said I wanted it.

I had too much to drink and he said it was my fault.

I didn’t drink anything and he said I was a prude.

I wore make-up and he said I was looking for attention.

I didn’t wear make-up and he said I should try harder.

I raised my voice and he said I was hysterical.

I kept my voice calm and he said I wasn’t really upset.

I told him I didn’t want to talk to him and he said I was a dyke.

I talked to him and he propositioned me three times in five minutes.

I stood up for myself and he said I was bossy.

I didn’t stand up for myself and he called me a pushover.

I ate a cheeseburger and he told me I was pig.

I turned down dessert and he told me I was too skinny.

I dyed my hair and he said I was fake.

I didn’t dye my hair and he said I should make an effort.

I spoke up at a meeting and he said I was shrill.

I didn’t speak up at a meeting and he said I wasn’t a contributor.

I cried and he said I was moody.

I didn’t cry and he said I was dead inside.

I ignored him and he called me a tease.

I paid attention to him and he wouldn’t leave me alone.

I told him to stop calling and he threatened me.

I took his calls and he said that meant I wanted him.

I told them it was sexual harassment and they said I was not a team player.

I told them it wasn’t sexual harassment and they said I was an enabler.

I told them he raped me and they asked what I was wearing.

I told them he raped me and they asked why I had gone out alone.

I told them he raped me and they said I was just fantasizing.

I told them he raped me (years later) and they asked why I’d waited so long.

I told them he raped me and they told me not to destroy his life.

I didn’t tell them he raped me and when they found out, they called me complicit.

I told them he raped me and they called me a liar.

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