From Whispers to Fire: Melting the Iceberg of Academic Sexism

Hi there. I’m back.
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I’ve been trying to write this piece for almost two months now. I’ve started and deleted and started again so many times. I knew what I wanted to say. The truth was never the hard part—what was hard was allowing myself to say it. Every time I sat down to write, I felt the sting of old wounds rise up again. I had to stop, breathe, cry, walk away. Because remembering isn’t neutral—it hurts. Revisiting the things I’ve been through was like touching bruises I thought had faded. But today, I’ve decided: enough. I’m letting it go. I’m telling the story—not because it’s easy, but because it matters.
​It’s time to speak.

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