Enough Is Enough Is Enough

I had known Helen since the Summer between Junior and Senior year. She was my first research advisor. There was some weirdness, but I figured it was just me. Some of it was. So when Helen approached me towards the end of my thesis saying she wanted to be my co-advisor I went along with it. She needed the boost to get her closer to getting a promotion and I was happy to help. But you know what they say. No good deed goes unpunished.

Helen turned out to be a raging bitch. Apparently no one ever explained to her the difference between constructive criticism and brutal and soul crushing criticism. She insulted me and called me a bad scientist. She insulted my research calling it worthless and uninteresting. She insulted me for not working more consistently. She made fun of me for what was my lacking self-esteem and my severe mental illness by saying that some days I was on top of things and some days I couldn't remember what I had for breakfast. To Helen, I am deeply sorry that my mental illness was such an inconvenience. You know how they say that you should be careful how you treat someone because you never know how much power they could end up having. Well, Helen, you can't seem to keep grad students and, when you go for Full Professor, I am going to explain why. How does it feel to have your every mistake held against you?
(Title: Enough Is Enough, Donna Summer)