There’s now an open source Name Him site for women to post their attackers

There’s now an open source Name Him site for women to post their attackers. I support this.

 

I keep thinking about this dad, driving me home after babysitting his daughter. This would be in Roxbury CT about 1985. Dark car. He’s talking to me, then he casually reaches over and starts rubbing my neck, then my leg, in a slow, sensual way. I didn’t even know what to do or say. I was trapped in the car. Roxbury, if you don’t know, is all woods and fields. It doesn’t even have a stoplight. Finally we reached my house and I got the hell out of the car.

 

He was a doctor. I never babysat for that kid again, but I never told his wife or anyone. I wonder how far he went with other babysitters, his patients, whomever. I’m sure I wasn’t the first he tried to…seduce, I guess? If you can call it that? I was 15, hello?

 

The irony is that a big part of why my mom moved us from Waterbury to Roxbury was because of me—my safety. I happened to know that for a fact. Waterbury was kind of rough, and I had reached puberty, with…curves. She saw men looking at me, said “Nope” and packed the house. Moved us to a “safer” place.

 

Then a wealthy doctor felt me up in the car.

 

I’ve looked him up in later years. He looks the same. Still a doctor. Grey hair now. Divorced—shocking, right.

 

Some men definitely deserve to be named.