I choose not to name him because it would only open me up to the possibility of having dirt thrown on my reputation even all these years later and in the wake of the #MeToo movement, a former professional athlete wields considerable power. I had experienced the worst kind of assault, yet a quieter, still uncomfortable strain of harassment persists for female journalists working in sports locker rooms and women who work in other rooms dominated by men. And with it came the relief that I actually hadn’t invited it, hadn’t done anything wrong at all, something I had never once considered.
I hadn’t been a sports reporter in 11 years, but as I read accounts of other women’s experiences with sexual harassment, the full force of my own assault hit me.
