I've got an anecdote!
Back in college, I worked a part-time job caring for high-functioning individuals with developmental disabilities, in a home health care environment. There was probably one male for every twenty females on staff.
There was an incident where I was working overnight and my manager hadn't filled prescriptions during her day shift (she was the only one with the authority to do so). One of the residents, having not received their medication at the usual time, was having panic attacks. The situation elevated to the point of my having to call paramedics.
I'd followed the chain-of-command. First, I tried contacting my co-workers, but they couldn't help. Next, I called my manager, but she ignored the calls. Then, I tried her supervisor (a man), and he was so angry about a lowly night worker contacting him during off-hours that I got nowhere. This all happened over hours, not minutes; the resident had become violent and was quite ill (not sure if it was withdrawals, anxiety, or both). I was out of options, so I called the hospital.
The next day, I arrived at work where my manager, her boss, and someone from HR, were waiting for me in the office. They had drawn up paperwork outlining the reason for my dismissal. It was sexual harassment. Apparently, my manager ignored my calls because I was infatuated with her and called constantly. The whole fiasco the night before was just my way of getting her attention.
I had never once contacted her at home. I did not like her on a personal level, let alone find her attractive. I was already in a happy/healthy relationship (15 years later, I'm still in that relationship).
This event ruined me emotionally, and was one of the worst experiences of my life. The looks people gave me that day made me want to crawl into a hole and die, I didn't want to leave the house for months.
Another kicker is that I was the only person in the entire company that was licensed to distribute and handle medication; a qualification that I'd picked up at a previous job, that had helped me land this position. In the eyes of the state, my manager should never have been in charge of handling prescriptions. The rabbit hole deepens.
About a year later, I heard through the grape-vine that my old manager had been promoted to a senior administrative position.