old days- MST
They didn't take it seriously back then. You were either lying, asking for it, or they were just boys being boys- lighten up, toughen up, where's the harm, what did you expect..?
When the harassment started, I reported it to my immediate superior and requested I not be assigned duty with these 2 guys if possible- he laughed and made sure I was assigned to them every single time after that. I'm doubt he ever wrote anything down. He joked with them about it....
They told me...
They were careful never to harass me in front of anyone after that- and the violence was escalating.... they fed off each other... double teamed me..
Finishing that C school would also have finished an AA degree that I could use the rest of my life to work as a lab tech. I was due to be transferred to Japan after graduation and was really excited about it- that was why I'd joined- to see the world - but then after one of the guys jumped in an elevator after me and beat over the head with a plaster cast until the next floor & he left me dazed, I realized I probably wouldn't live to ever get that transfer and get away from those guys... I was getting weaker & more frightened as the days wore on...
My last duty before I could graduate was a 2 week graveyard shift alone in the small remote microbiology lab on the base. I expected it was then they'd make their move and I'd be dead or worse... I was really scared...
So I got myself kicked out before that duty was to start. I told my CO I was having these dreams and thought I might, maybe, possibly be gay... I was a civilian in 5 days.... Honorable discharge, since I didn't do anything. They were so homophobic, that they literally kicked me out for a dream.... and that may have saved my life..
Those motherfuckers stole so much away from me. My military career (I'd planned on 20 years, then retire), an A.S. degree, my travel to Japan, my sanity, my life... just to amuse themselves because they were bored....
I hate it that I was so weak and let myself be a target like that. I should have shot them... (women weren't allowed to carry guns in those days...) who knows what they went on to do to other women.. they weren't worth the damage they caused... 15 years of nightmares from that trash... A lifetime of poverty, not being able to take stress on the job, losing them, moving, eventually institutionalized... I hate it still that I let them do that to me...
They didn't have treatment for trauma then like they do now. Women were just starting to create their own rape-crisis centers back then, and battered womens' shelters. It was at the beginning of the women's movement-- when women first started calling men on their shit, and saying this isn't right- no more... and trying to find a way to deal with it... All this stuff was new, back then... and grassroots... fumbling through... before that, it was always the woman's fault and she had no choice but to take it and shut up about it..
I'm proud I served, (tried to anyway) and I did my job. Nobody could knock my job performance... And I wish I could have done more... I was good.
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