Lena

When I was doing my diploma in math, I worked for a professor (let’s call him P). When the two of us had the work related meeting, he made strange comments about my cloths and “caught” my hand with his when I was giving him back my empty cup. And when I was sitting close enough, he picked up a hair which fell from my head on my cloths and landed on my boob. He took it off, touching my boob, and said “Ms. [my name], you have a hair there”. I said nothing, I was completely shocked… I went on with the meeting.

When I was done with my masters thesis, another professor took me in as his PhD student. Professor P went to him and made a deal with him that I’d be transferred to professor P. When all of us sat at the table, they told me what would happen. I realized that if I’d agree, I’ll get my PhD only if I let myself be f**ked by professor P. I did my best to say I don’t want this deal. After professor P left, I cried in front of my supervisor. But he didn’t even ask what was the matter…
Luckily, I was able to change the supervisor and was supervised by a woman. I finished my PhD. During my PhD time and after that professor P continued by making inappropriate comments, even when his wife was present in the same room…

University is one large big d**k made of some smaller ones. If you’re a woman and want to make something in math, choose a woman as your supervisor. Most of the time, she won’t have an urge to use her power to sexually abuse or harass you.

Ever wondered why the percentage of graduates in math is strongly decreasing from disploma/masters, PhD, postdoc, to the professorship onwards!? It’s a rigged system.