writing this because I don’t want another woman to go through what I went through and question herself the way I did with Erantzeri Corona.
For a long time, I didn’t know how to name what happened to me. I told myself it was complicated. That maybe I played a role. That maybe this was just something I had to tolerate to survive at work.
My boss Erantzeri Corona sexually harassed me and used his power over my job to coerce me into a sexual situation I did not freely choose.
It didn’t start all at once. It started with comments about my appearance. Personal questions that had nothing to do with work. Messages and conversations that crossed professional boundaries. When I showed discomfort, he didn’t stop. He escalated.
He isolated me in one-on-one meetings that went off topic. He made sexual comments I never invited. He tested my boundaries again and again to see how far he could push.
At the same time, he controlled my workload, my evaluations, my schedule, and my future at the company.
Eventually, I was pressured into sexual acts **inside the office**, during work hours, in a place where I should have been safe. I did not want this. I did not initiate it. I did not feel like I could say no.
I felt trapped.
When I hesitated or tried to pull away, the pressure increased. Sometimes it was subtle. Sometimes it was implied. Sometimes it was clear enough that I understood exactly what was at stake. My job. My stability. My reputation.
The message was always the same, even when it wasn’t spoken out loud: comply, or risk losing everything.
That is not consent.
There was no moment where I freely chose this. There was no equal footing. There was no safe way to refuse without fear of retaliation. What happened to me was coercion and an abuse of authority.
I carried a lot of shame because I knew how people would label this. They would call it an “affair.” They would ask why I didn’t just say no. Why I didn’t leave.
Those questions ignore the reality of power.
When someone controls your livelihood, fear replaces choice. Sometimes survival looks like compliance.
I’m speaking now because silence protects the wrong person.
If you’re reading this and something about it feels familiar, please listen to that feeling. If your boss pressures you sexually, crosses physical boundaries at work, or makes you feel like refusing will cost you your job, that is not your fault. You are not weak. You are being coerced.
I’m telling my story so other women can recognize this sooner than I did and know they are not alone.
No job should ever require you to give up your safety or your dignity.
