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It’s Not the Stranger You Have to Worry About
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- Jul 8, 2019
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It’s Not the Stranger You Have to Worry About
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- Editore:
- Lulu Publishing Services
- Pubblicato:
- Jul 8, 2019
- ISBN:
- 9781684702879
- Formato:
- Libro
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It’s Not the Stranger You Have to Worry About - Marie Menliare
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Copyright © 2019 Marie Menliare.
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ISBN: 978-1-6847-0288-6 (sc)
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I want to dedicate this book to my Mother, who continues
to watch over us from up above. Even though she never
knew my pain, I drew my strength from her love.
T HE COFFIN IS CLOSED, AND IS THEN TRANSFERRED TO THE MAUSOLEUM, FOR its final resting place. Under Military honor with the sounding of gunshot from seven rifles, twenty one shots salute and the playing of taps. The coffin is then slid into its crypt. And finally it is over. After fifty four years, I can close this chapter in my life and begin to heal.
The #MeToo movement has brought a lot of attention to the abuse of woman with men of authority, especially in the work place. I also was a victim of #MeToo, when I was in my twenties, and an attractive single female.
Women were and are still being abused sexually, by their male supervisors and bosses. They prey on women like me, who were struggling financially and needed a job. Trying to survive the cost of living, and paying for an education makes you a sitting target.
I was raped by a Coworker/ Supervisor. A man I had worked with for more than two years. I was trying to help him study for a state licensure exam; we were both preparing to take in a week. I trusted that person, and after work I gave him a ride home because, he told me his car had broken down. I agreed to go upstairs to his apartment, because he had some questions about the test study guide.
As soon as we entered his small apartment, he threw me on the sofa and raped me.
I fought back, but he was much stronger than I was, when it was over, he told me, I had better not say anything to anyone, because he was friends with the owner of the lab, and I would lose my job. I left and went home and told no one. The next day, he went to work and acted as if nothing had happened. He even smiled at me, from his desk.
I worked the night shift from three pm to closing in a medical lab. I asked the lab manager, who was a woman named Sally, if she could please change my work schedule to the day shift. She asked me What had happened
, and with tears running down my eyes, I told her I couldn’t tell her, but if I wasn’t changed to the day shift, I would have to quit my job. Sally was at least fifteen years older than me, and I think she saw and understood the desperation I was feeling. She immediately changed my shift for the following day.
A month later when I passed my Lab Medical Technologist state exam, I was able to get another job in the Pathology department at a hospital in South Beach.
On my last day working at the lab, a young lab assistant, I was training, asked me if I was leaving because of Mario? She noticed I had changed my work shift, and would always leave the lunch room if Mario entered. I stayed silent.
She told me, six months ago; he had asked her to give him a ride home, with the same broken down car excuse. He