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Chapter 2 - Foreword

In March 2007 I saw an advert in the paper for staff 

nurses in Oxford, and so I decided to apply for the job. 

A short time after, I was called for an interview with a 

ward manager and the charge nurse.

Within a month I got word to say that I had been 

successful and had got the job, but I was still living in 

the West Midlands and working as a Registered Mental 

Health Nurse. I had to inform my manager that I had got 

a job in Oxford, and it was still under NHS, as I still 

needed to fulfil my contract deal with NHS for two 

years. 

I then started looking for another house in Oxford, 

which was difficult as I had to find a home within my 

budget and in the right location. In 2008 I bought a twobedroom maisonette, with a kitchen. The property 

needed decorating, and initially it was still under lease, 

so it would take time before the deal went through. 

I had been living with my sister who was working 

in Oxford. I did not own a car, so decided to take some 

driving lessons in order to be able to drive to work. I was 

tired of getting the bus, which was often late, and would 

cause problems if I failed to get to work on time in order 

to make the handover from the nightshift member of 

staff.

I learned about click bait, whereby you had to know 

someone to get promoted or to climb the ladder. I used 

to get along fine with my colleagues, then rumour had it 

that I was paying them money, which was not true and a 

very painful pill for me to swallow. I was being 

constantly undermined as a student mentor, even though 

I had been educated at Oxford University. 

Although the working environment could be 

difficult at times, I enjoyed working there, and I felt that 

my training to be a nurse had been worthwhile.

Some people can be difficult to work with; they 

have their own issues, but some of them were good 

people. I saw good nurses leaving, which was due to the 

lack of support they were receiving or the fact they 

simply needed to earn more money elsewhere to be able 

to afford their standard of living. 

When we worked as a team, then all was well. There 

were some good people amongst my work colleagues, 

who were just there to do their job and pay their bills. I 

tried to do my best while working with the service users, 

and I gave them the respect that they were due, but click 

bait was crippling the department. 

On reflection, I cannot remember an occasion when 

my manager called me into the office and thanked me for 

my hard work. A little thank you would have gone a long 

way. I know I was getting paid to do my job, but I 

believed that my manager was responsible for ensuring 

that a strong team mentality existed between us all, which 

was certainly not the case. There was so much prejudice. 

There were times when I had to put on a brave face 

in order to do my job. I needed to be strong and less 

judgemental, and more over I did not discriminate, 

although I felt discriminated. I realized that if you did 

not dance to their music, then you were out. This woman 

claimed she was in love with me, and everyone knew it, 

which was extremely difficult.

I suffered bullying, which was not dealt with by the 

management team. I voiced my concerns, but they failed 

to do anything about it, and so the torment continued. 

This began to affect my work. I would dread having to 

work with her each day, which could make it a long, 

drawn-out day, even if she was in the office for most of 

the time. I was made to work more than the others, and 

still, nothing was done about it. I even asked if I could 

be transferred to another ward, but my request was 

declined.

The environment and the culture were toxic, but 

nothing was done about it. I was viewed as a moron in 

front of my peers. 

Backward and Feeble-Minded Children, 1912. –

"Those whose mental development is above that of an 

imbecile but does not exceed that of a normal child of 

about twelve years." – Edmund Burke Huey

I continued to put on a brave face at work, but the 

torment carried on. It was hurting me mentally, and 

some of the staff would be quite supportive, and tell me 

not to worry, and that they all knew what she was like. 

But I found it difficult to deal with, and more so 

knowing that she would be pleasant to other members of 

staff, which surprised me. When she wanted a shift to be 

covered, she would ask me; if another member of staff 

phoned in sick, she would ask me to cover that shift. 

And even if I covered the shift, it did not stop her from 

undermining me. I requested a meeting to see if we 

could work better together, perhaps resolve any issues 

by way of mediation. She was reluctant to do this, 

however, it was agreed that a meeting would take place 

to resolve any issues, but nothing came of it. In fact, it 

only made matters worse. 

Things were starting to get on top of me, so I made 

the request for a career break. My request was denied. 

Psychological projection can be utilized as a means 

of obtaining or justifying certain actions that would 

normally be found atrocious or heinous. This often 

means projecting false accusations, information, etc., 

onto an individual for the sole purpose of maintaining a 

self-created illusion, e.g., that I was paying to have a 

quiet shift, which was absurd. Policies and protocol 

were not being followed:

Do not bully other members of staff regardless of 

your position and do not abuse your position.

I was being treated unfairly on a regular basis and 

the gossip was malicious and the rumours about me 

were unfounded. I was constantly being undermined and 

this hurt me. We all go through difficulties at times, and 

we all deal with matters differently. Therefore, we 

should never judge people, just support them and respect 

their positions. 

Nursing is not cut out for everyone; you need to be 

patient and to able to work as a team with the right 

people. You need to be strong and less judgemental, and 

more over not to discriminate.,

It had become intolerable for me to function 

properly at work. I had tried requesting a transfer to 

Bullingdon for six months, which would mean having 

to travel further, but I had a car. This was how bad things 

had got, and I witnessed newly trained staff being 

offered more opportunities and even promotion just like 

that.