I was raised to do the right thing and to stand up for the underdog. My dad, who was a middle school math teacher and basketball coach, advocated for the voiceless before it was trendy. My mother told me about a time when one of his students wanted to wear her hijab during a game, but the opposing team told her she had to take it off. My dad immediately told the team, “Pack up, we’re leaving.” He wouldn’t stand for the inherent racism and because of his actions, the athletic director for the opposing team changed his mind and told my father she could wear her hijab during the game after all.
Despite growing up with two incredible role models, I wasn’t prepared for my first workplace bullying experience. I was 30 years old, brand new to the OR and excited to begin my career as a surgical nurse, but the excitement was short-lived when my colleagues began to bully me. Everything I did was scrutinized as the other nurses and techs picked on me for being the new girl. I put up with constant eye rolls, gossip and sabotage. After a while, the stressful environment caused my hair to start falling out. Other nurses who were experiencing the same treatment had to go on anti-depressants to treat their anxiety. After eight grueling months, I quit to become a travel nurse.
As stressful as my experience was, I am glad it happened because now I advocate against bullying. So many people are bullied at work that they think it is just how they deserve to be treated and how they should treat their colleagues. But I remind my colleagues that they should always think about the patient first and how their behavior could negatively impact the quality of the care they provide.