This is a topic I’ve thought about often since having kids, especially since having a daughter. I never told my parents about any of my experiences being sexually harassed as a child, but I never felt like I could talk to them about anything. Asian parents tend to be difficult to open up to, and as first generation immigrants, there was also fear and a cultural divide between us.

My earliest memory of being harassed was in kindergarten, when the naughtiest boy in class would lift up girls’ skirts to expose their underwear during recess and lunch. He was a very troubled boy and I believe he got kicked out of school not too long after kindergarten. When I was in fourth grade, I had a male teacher that would make his favorite female students “flirt” with boys in the class by speaking in a girlish voice and grabbing our hands to wave to a boy. The most popular boy in that class was named Oscar. When determining which lucky female got to sit next to him, the teacher selected five girls, including me, and wrote our names down on small pieces of paper. Oscar was then asked to draw a name and the “winning” girl sat next to him. The girl who “won” as well as Oscar were both so embarrassed they turned bright red. Once when a high school teacher, who regularly harassed me in class, asked me to stay after class, I was terrified that he would make a pass at me, or much worse. Nothing happened, and I believe he was later fired for sexual harassment.

I don’t know if this was unique to my neighborhood growing up in Los Angeles, but it was a regular occurrence for men to sit in a parked car while masturbating and trying to get your attention. This happened to me and all my female friends throughout elementary to high school. The worst experience for me was when I was in 7th grade, walking home alone from the school bus. A man asked me for directions, and because he spoke Korean, I trusted him enough to approach his car. As I got closer, I saw that he was not wearing any pants and you guessed it – masturbating. I ran away from the car as quickly as I could. The following day as I was walking home alone again, I spotted the same car that had approached me the day before. Fear ran through my entire body as I was on a quiet residential street instead of a busy boulevard like the day before, but at that moment my aunt just happened to walk down the street and called my name. I ran towards her and the car sped off.

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These stories focus on a couple experiences at school, which was supposed to be a safe place. But I have many more stories throughout my school years and adult life, that are much, much worse. It wasn’t until I became an adult and thought back to all my experiences in childhood that I really realized how wrong they were. At the time I felt fear. I was scared I would get in trouble. I was scared they would retaliate. And I was worried that if I told my parents, they would worry too much about me, and they already worried enough. So I kept all these stories to myself, save for my friends who had experienced the same things. We just accepted this as a normal part of life.

What’s shocking is that girls experience sexual harassment from such a young age. Were times different in the 80’s when I went to school? In this day of cell phones and hyper involved parents, would it be impossible for a teacher to get away with anything like that now?

Olive is 7 and I have no intention of bringing up the topic of sexual harassment with her anytime soon, but I do think I need to be talking more about consent with both my kids. I have touched on the topic with them, but haven’t really delved into it since they haven’t been in school for so long and are always with me. Their lives are quite sheltered here compared to what they would be if we were still living in New York. I don’t think it’s likely that they’ll even hear about sexual harassment on tv or in movies because we limit media so much. If the topic does come up, I like how this Common Sense Media article likens sexual harassment to bullying, which is a concept younger kids can understand.

I want to create a safe space where my kids feel comfortable to confide in me about anything that troubles them. They will not get in trouble and I will always love them no matter what. I still need to do a lot more thinking on this.

Is this a topic that you’ve thought about as a parent? Do you have any plans on how to approach it?