When my daughter was in fifth grade, I recall a moment by the wood-burning stove, her petite frame curled up, fiddling with an old flip phone while her toes picked up stray Legos. Her polka-dot socks lay discarded, revealing her small feet next to a gentle swirl of cat fur and dust. Beneath a cozy winter hoodie, she sported a brown shirt adorned with pink ice cream cones. She was on the brink of turning 11, still a child, but already navigating the complexities of her first “MeToo” experience. And I found myself questioning her.
Emboldened by the fierce musician Pink, she had added a vibrant streak of teal to her shaggy pixie cut. One day, as she recounted her school day, she shared that a male teacher had remarked on her new hair, calling it “sexy” while she was at the water fountain. I bombarded her with questions: Where was she? Who was nearby? How far was he from her? Was it possible she had misheard? I wanted to ensure I got every detail correct. I informed her that once we spoke up, there would be no turning back. “I understand, Mama,” she repeated, but my doubts loomed. She sensed my hesitation in my voice, a slight tremor of disbelief that pierced through the air.
“Are you certain that’s what you heard?” I asked, my skepticism creeping in. In that moment, I recognized the legacy of doubt I was passing on to her. The insidious history of “no one will believe me,” “maybe I encouraged him,” and “it’s not a big deal” became part of our conversation. I unintentionally reinforced the notion that catcalls and unwanted advances could be dismissed, that silence was somehow safer.
Reflecting on my own experiences, I recall how, in eighth grade, my manager at Dunkin’ Donuts harassed me relentlessly, whispering crude comments that made my skin crawl. When I discovered he had also victimized a friend, I finally reported him. Years later, when I disclosed my own abuse to a trusted woman, I was met with disbelief, which silenced me for years to come.
As I think back on those moments, I recognize that for many women, the narrative is similar. We don’t want our daughters to fear walking alone at night or feel anxious about meeting authority figures. We want to eliminate the gut-wrenching fear associated with reporting inappropriate behavior. We want to empower women to speak up and feel safe in their own skin.
Confronting my immediate doubt about my daughter’s experience made my mission clear. It’s essential to break this cycle of silence. We must share our own stories, recounting the uncomfortable encounters we’ve faced, whether it’s an inappropriate wink from a parent at school pickup or a colleague’s unwelcome touch during a meeting. By voicing our experiences, we empower our daughters to do the same.
We create a community of support, forming circles of women who stand together and demand accountability in our schools and workplaces. We become warriors for our daughters, teaching them to be confident in their voices and experiences.
In the end, we must believe in them—without hesitation, without doubt.
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Summary
This article discusses the author’s experience with her daughter’s encounter with a male teacher who made an inappropriate comment about her hair. It highlights the importance of believing and supporting victims, breaking the cycle of doubt and silence surrounding harassment. The author emphasizes the need for open conversations among women to create a safe environment for future generations.