“While in College in a male dominated field, many classmates felt it was their place to constantly remind me of my gender. As the biggest graduating class of females (six of us graduated) we stuck together to navigate the unforgiving profession.
I remember a classmate who felt it was okay to constantly touch me in class. He would touch my hair and my shoulders and make ridiculous remarks. I tired my best to ignore it, until the day I confronted him. To a class full of males telling me, I should expect that as a woman in this field. I did my best to keep quiet throughout the program, not wanting to bring the issue to a professor.
Upon graduation the classmate was aware of my distaste for him so we graduated with a mutual dislike for each other. He felt as if I was constantly overreacting and because of this I felt violated and upset. I was lucky to get the job I wanted straight out of College, hoping all of this was in the past. I love my job and what I do, until one day in a meeting it was brought up that we were looking for new hires. The name I was dreading came right back up. I tired to contain my emotions and keep my composure. I knew this was too much and I went to my boss and told the entire story. I’m not sure what I was expecting to do; I just knew I couldn’t work with him. I was met with “that’s what happens in this profession. You think you can go to your next boss and tell him something like this? He would laugh and you would be out of a job”. I was crushed. I left almost in tears, no one takes this seriously.
To follow up no new hires yet, he is still being considered. I need to figure out if the profession I love is worth going though this for the rest of my life.”
Please Take Me Seriously