Guest Post: Bullying in the Workplace

When I published the piece on workplace abuse, I did not expect so much sharing in the comments. One of the shares is by a talented author, Arwen and I have invited her to share her experiences in detail which she graciously and generously did so and here is her story.

I have a longstanding history of being bullied. I was bullied by my so called ‘father’ until I broke all contact with him at the age of 16. Why was he a bully? Apart from the fact that he was a violent, alcoholic asshole, I honestly don’t know. My best guess is that he made himself feel bigger by making me feel small. I was badly bullied at school, from the age of 9 to the day I left at 16.

All of this had combined to give me some serious self confidence issues. I felt less than nothing. It was heartbreaking for me. I always tried my very best to be a valuable person, to integrate into whichever team or group of people I was in and to blend in.

It never happens to me. I never blend in. I am always the one that may as well have a flashing blue light above her head and a bullseye painted front and back.

I had wanted to be a nurse for a long time. Yet my father did not like that idea and was making every effort he could get to bully me into going to uni to study Law. When I got my first college form, he swept it out of my hand and demanded they were changed to Law, Sociology, psychology and his favourite chemistry. (No’ frikkin’ way jose!) He threw me out of the house two weeks after my mum’s funeral. I was 16 years old. The woman who he threw me out for was the woman he left my mum for. I’m glad I didn’t have to be around to see her move into that house and into my mum’s bed.

I had one relationship with an emotionally manipulative bully, whom I managed to escape from. We were together for just two years. Then when I was 19 I met what I thought was the love of my life. He treated me like a princess, married me, and turned into a carbon copy of my ‘father’ – a violent alcoholic. Within a few weeks, I was so under his control I wouldn’t lift up my head unless he spoke to me.

I know all of this is not relevant to workplace bullying. But it is relevant to me as a person and it is important to understand my past in order to understand why my workplace bullying affected me in the place that it did.

I qualified as a nurse at the end of 1995. I was so very excited to have finally become a nurse after three long years of study and hard work. I had always wanted to work in medicine – surgical wasn’t for me. So I was thrilled to get a job on a medical ward.

My first shift was a very quiet one as it was Christmas Day. That was not too bad. I felt a little like a square peg in a round hole, but I put that down to the awkwardness of it being my first day on the ward.

My second day, however, everything changed. The deputy ward manager was working with me and asked me to go and get her a specific bag of IV fluid as her patient’s IV was almost finished. It took me about five minutes to locate it as I hadn’t been given a proper tour of the ward and shown where everything was. When I got back to her with the bag of fluid, she screamed at me in front of the whole ward, patients and staff, “Are you dumb?”

That was soul crushing. I could feel the tears stinging the back of my eyelids. I mumbled a sorry and managed to make it to the staff toilets. Then the tears came down thick and fast. I couldn’t believe that she had done that to me in front of the whole ward.

This was the beginning of almost a year of intense bullying and victimisation for me. There was a clique of staff in that ward and if you didn’t fit into it then you were ostracised and ignored every single day. I was only ever spoken to if it was to make a direct work request or to belittle me. I was ignored, had backs turned to me, was given all the worst shifts and it got worse with every single day that passed.

The bullying got so bad that I would walk around with my head down. I walked to my patients’ beds with my head facing the floor and would only look up when I got to them. It got so bad that I used to cry every single time that I had to go in to work. Then it would intensify and no matter how I tried to be a good nurse and part of the team they hated me. Big time! One of the few people I was friends with there, who was subject to the same kind of bullying told me that one of the staff had said every time she saw me she wanted to slap me. That made me feel awful. It must be me. My husband beat me and now a colleague wanted to? This made my life hell.

Then I found out that one of the junior staff on the ward was going to be moved to a different ward and oh boy did I hope it was me. I couldn’t bear the atmosphere there anymore and was getting more upset day by day.

Then I found out it was me to be moved. First of all, I was told that a draw on names had been done to “make it fair”. A part of me thought oh, ok, at least that makes it all fair. Then it came to the surface that wasn’t the case at all. That horrible cow who had bullied me to the verge of a nervous breakdown had set it up so that my name was guaranteed to come out. I was thrilled to be moving from that hell hole of a ward but the fact that these horrible people could be so mean and pathetic as to set me up and then lie about it like that? I almost felt as if it was a kick to the stomach.

I moved to the new ward and even though the staff were super nice, they were worried about me.

I was referred to occupational health and put onto nights (which I loooooved!)

However, one night two very senior managers arrived on the ward asking to see me! *gulp* Oh boy what had I done??? Then they told me to get my cigarettes as I might need them and got ma a mug of coffee! This really was not a good sign!

They were both very kind and put my nerves behind me right at the start. They were here to talk about the bullying that I had endured for over a year. It seemed to be fate that so many people had gone through the bullying. That so many people were affected was horrifying to me. I should have been and opened my mouth to the nurse director but I didn’t. I started to feel like utter crap for this!

I slowly talked about my experiences and about the fact that my lack of action over the other people was eating me up inside. I got told that right up front it wasn’t my fault, as every single one of us (there were many) that had been victimised by this woman and her clique of cronies all felt the same. We all wished we had spoken up, but we were all too scared.

The more we talked, the more memories came spilling out. It was like picking a scab. You really wanted to stop, but once you had started, then you had to keep going until all of the scabs was gone. I remembered all the little details of them making a tray of drinks (tea and coffee) for them and there was never a cup for me. Offers would be made to go to the canteen on Sunday morning and I was never asked. If I overheard and asked, my order would be conveniently be forgotten every single time. A million and one tiny things very quickly built up and they pushed me right to the edge of breaking. I hadn’t realised just how close to breaking I was. I turned out that this interview was the catalyst that pushed me over the edge and into the abyss.

I sobbed for about thirty minutes non-stop as they finished the interview and they were really good. They held my hands and said I may need to give evidence of my experience at a tribunal which made me sob even more but I understood why. They also said I could go home for the night as I wasn’t fit to finish my shift and they would understand if I needed time to heal.

That time to heal turned into almost three months off work. I couldn’t face it. I felt sick to the stomach about going back there and even when I did go back, I didn’t feel confident for a long time.

This whole experience sickened me to the core. Instead of being brave and reporting things, I let them multiply until I became very ill and that was what left me off work for so long.

I’m telling my story now in the hope that I can inspire even one person to have the courage to speak up and speak out about the workplace bullying that they are either witnessing or undergoing.

I am now medically retired due to physical health issues. However, I have seriously bad anxiety and paranoia which are attributed in part to the way that I was treated by that group of people at work. I would seriously urge anyone who is going through workplace bullying to please go to someone and speak out. Don’t make the mistakes I did and end up so ill that you cannot function. Don’t suffer. Speak up and speak out for the sake of your sanity. Please don’t suffer alone.

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24 Comments Add yours

  1. amicubasite says:

    Have a nice day 😘🌹🌹💙💙

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  2. hcyip says:

    I am sorry to hear about your bad experiences which you described in this courageous post. Workplace bullying is a terrible thing, especially when it is from the very people you work alongside. I also experienced something like this in the recent past and it was a rude shock because I’d only had good workplaces experiences before. It’s good that senior managers eventually intervened and that you got to speak about your experiences.

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  3. A harrowing experience. I really feel for Arwen. Hope she has gathered enough strength of mind to deal with bullying of any kind, be it home or workplace. My best wishes for her… ❤

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  4. Seriously;

    May GOD guide her life path, and grant her His Peace.{Which ONLY He can do.}

    Thanks you for sharing this,


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  5. How bloody awful for you. Bullying is totally disgusting and I hope you are getting over this terrible experience xxxx

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  6. natuurfreak says:

    Pesten is van alle tijden maar er moet eindelijk eens een einde aankomen.Ook diegene die laten begaan en hun hoofd wegdraaien moetyen eindelijk eens gaan reageren misschien komt er dan eindelijk een oplossing.

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  7. da-AL says:

    Arwen, thanks much for guesting this — & Kally for posting ❤

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  8. 3C Style says:

    Such an awful story Arwen. It does speak to me and I feel you. Good luck to you. Thanks Kally for sharring.

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    1. Kally says:

      You’re most welcome. Sharing this story out and hopefully it can help others in the same situations

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      1. 3C Style says:

        Hi Kally! I totally agree with you and this was a very nice and generous guess post!

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        1. Kally says:

          Thank you for your comment. 🙂

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          1. 3C Style says:

            My pleasure Kally. Have a lovely week.

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          2. Kally says:

            Have a beautiful new week!

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  9. Timely post. Whether they are aware or not, work place bullying is so prevalent. I can so relate.

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    1. Kally says:

      Thank you.

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  10. Adult-on-adult bullying, especially in the “helping professions”, is patently illegal here in the States, a violation of Federal law (Office of Civil Rights). That may sound ludicrous, in the Age of Trump, but even he is not getting away with bullying. It is a fine thing that the tyrants were taken down, though at such a cost to you as a human being. I hope you can recover enough, to follow your bliss.

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    1. Kally says:

      Thank you for this knowledge piece. Sharing this will help others to seek their legal rights.

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  11. Dear Kally,

    You went through very bad times indeed and you have my full understanding and sympathy. In my life I came also across one guy who always wanted to “gain” plus-points from our mutual boss and so he tried to find mistakes during my work. Nevertheless I continued to treat him with respect and good thoughts for him (not like eye for eye or tooth for a tooth), I know that good thoughts also have an effect. Normally we react differently and begin to hate such people. Then it happened that his notebook did not work anymore and he could not affort to buy a new one. I told him that I have another one, a bit older but well working. He was really shocked about my reaction, about this offer, he would have expected me to be angry with him, to fight against him, instead I did the opposite – he was pleased to take my old notebook and for some days he was really confused and did not know what to say – a bit more time passed and he became very friendly to me. Something has changed his mind…

    I wish you all the best, courage and strength
    Thanks for sharing it, my friend

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    1. Kally says:

      Good on you that you manage to turn the bully around! Kudos to that. I’m sure he is very shocked and did not expect it at all especially from you.

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      1. Yes, he was in a state of confusion and surely shocked – then all bad clouds drifted away and sunshine there was between us after this incident.

        All good wishes to you and thanks one more time 🙂

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  12. Jhon Mikeal says:

    A really heart touching though. The way you shared your experience, takes breath away. Seriously!! 😦
    Wish you All The Best and Get Well Soon! 🙂


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