Weaponizing Every Lie You Told Me

Summary

I called the cops.

On the phone, I told the 911 dispatcher that my doctoral advisor had sexually assaulted me, leveraging his position of power. I added that he had drugged me.

I made sure to emphasize one detail: my lab mate had witnessed the entire thing last night. He could testify.

The catalyst for all of this was that very same lab mate. After failing to secure the coveted doctoral fellowship, he had started spreading vicious rumors.

He told anyone who would listen that I had snuck into the professor’s office in the middle of the night, dressed like a cheap escort, and that was how I…