Revulsion was the first followed by ridicule, confusion, fear,
uncertainty, and doubt. Each new response to each new experience,
seemed to add to the previous.
"Confidential," stamped in red ink on officious letters sent down the hall from one mailbox to another, now sound pettier than when originally sent to me. "No means no, " I said to myself like Queen Latifah in "Bringing Down the House."
However, being placed in jeopardy brought out my courage.
Hope was an extract of pain.
The greater the indifference of bystanders, the more intense the pain. So working in a sexually hostile environment requires a lot of courage and discipline. Teaching in it means you are teaching yourself how to overcome pain.
Ethically, you are forced to decide things under a tremendous amount of pressure and the indifference of others to your plight, adds additional strain. At times, these double pressures seem to box you in and your perspective undergoes alterations.
You begin to watch everything carefully, fearful that things may worsen, and making sure to communicate that you are not going to be taken down easily in the event someone is imagining they will forcefully penetrate you.
Though fear seems to pervade your environment, for certainly, your nerves are tense and your perceptions become more acute, you also notice that you're gaining a power you formerly did not know you had. It is the power over your emotions.
Whatever the aggressor is certain of is his/her own need to feel no mercy in their actions. It makes little sense for you to ponder how they can carry out their own negations in a way that won't ultimately serve in your favor as you become so strong in your ethical and emotional posture, that you understand that your PhD has been all but theoretical until now.
You are your thesis now, tried and tested, pushed to full exposure, and wrestled-against. You become you, your character bears what it does for your ideas, for your students, for your research, to reach a new platform from which to begin anew.
"Confidential," stamped in red ink on officious letters sent down the hall from one mailbox to another, now sound pettier than when originally sent to me. "No means no, " I said to myself like Queen Latifah in "Bringing Down the House."
However, being placed in jeopardy brought out my courage.
Hope was an extract of pain.
The greater the indifference of bystanders, the more intense the pain. So working in a sexually hostile environment requires a lot of courage and discipline. Teaching in it means you are teaching yourself how to overcome pain.
Ethically, you are forced to decide things under a tremendous amount of pressure and the indifference of others to your plight, adds additional strain. At times, these double pressures seem to box you in and your perspective undergoes alterations.
You begin to watch everything carefully, fearful that things may worsen, and making sure to communicate that you are not going to be taken down easily in the event someone is imagining they will forcefully penetrate you.
Though fear seems to pervade your environment, for certainly, your nerves are tense and your perceptions become more acute, you also notice that you're gaining a power you formerly did not know you had. It is the power over your emotions.
Whatever the aggressor is certain of is his/her own need to feel no mercy in their actions. It makes little sense for you to ponder how they can carry out their own negations in a way that won't ultimately serve in your favor as you become so strong in your ethical and emotional posture, that you understand that your PhD has been all but theoretical until now.
You are your thesis now, tried and tested, pushed to full exposure, and wrestled-against. You become you, your character bears what it does for your ideas, for your students, for your research, to reach a new platform from which to begin anew.
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