I'm beginning to think

[cornerofmadness]

that I've damaged some soft tissue in my knee that is bleeding still. I mean it's a week out tomorrow and now the whole front of my leg is blue with gravity-fed bleeding.



I think all the standing is not doing me much good. I'm going to sit as much in lab as I can tomorrow because that also means I have to wear pants.


I just posted a ficlet I wrote last night speculating on what will happen with Malcolm in the upcoming premiere. It was fun to write.

It's been an interesting conversation on FB with my podiatry crew. We were remembering some of our professors and one of us said 'remember that creepy young neurophysiology prof?' I replied, I don't want to because he put his hand down my shirt and offered an A for sex. I turned him down but this was 1990 and women were less than 25% of medical students and the attitude was you should be grateful you're here don't make waves. I said nothing.

Well that was ripping the bandage off a wound. MANY of my friends had also been harrassed by him, or by our fellow residents or other surgeons/mentors. It all came out. One of use said 'wow, it took 30 years before any of us could talk about this.' But that is the way of sexual assault. I rather feel better for getting it out there.

Comments

[ysilme]

Good grief, that really looks bad, bleeding-wise... I hope if there's bleeding still going on it'll soon stop (can/will it or do you need to do something about this?), and that everything is improving soon! *hugs*
Also kudos to having that got out into the open finally, I can relate to feeling better for having that out in the open, and talking with those who were there/with you at the time about it. *hugs and all the sympathies*
I started uni in 1988 and was nearly raped (a suspicious friend thankfully intervened in time) by the guy who was supposed to be my mentor - my major was musicology at the time, but the seminary was TINY with only one professor, a few assistants, and older students as staff. Like with most human sciences at the time, the staff and student assistants were 98% male with an over 90% female student body, and harassment and molesting wasn't exactly uncommon, as was the attitude to not make waves. This happened in the first weeks of my first semester at uni, and I switched majors (to art history) as I wouldn't have been able to avoid this person at all due to the small staff. Not the way you want to start uni life...

[cornerofmadness]

Thanks. It is a mess. I did it up right.

Well to be honest I've been open about what happened to me for years but never with the group of women who went through it with me. I just never seemed to come up.

And ugh to what happened to you. That's awful. Same thing happened to me in undergrad as well with the drama professor (who was also sleeping with my best friend). He left that year and I was glad to see him go

[trobadora]

Wow, that really doesn't look good! I hope it heals soon.

And I'm glad you could talk about it now, but yeah, wow, 30 years ...

[cornerofmadness]

Yeah it's a mess. THank you

I'm more depressed that it's BEEN 30 years since we graduated. how in the hell did that happen? I guess we mostly only ever talk work and families and never reminisced about our time in school until now

[thenewbuzwuzz]

Oh yikes! :( Poor knee.

[cornerofmadness]

thanks. I did it up right