So as the title says it happened about 8 months ago. I worked in orthopediacs where I was bullied so badly by the manager the doctors on the ward would pull me aside and tell me that I was fantastic and had the skills and that my boss was completely out of line the way she treated me. No other nurse (60 on our ward) was treated and embarrassed in front of patient families, patients and all other medical staff including the surgeons.
I ended up resigning after 10 months as I collapsed on a day off and ended up in the ward directly beside ours. At no time did she visit or ask how I was. Strangely the doctors came in and asked if they could do anything for me.
Patients and their families were telling me how good I was and that my care was exceptional - this was sent to upper management.
Although it was stressful on the ward patients did praise me for keeping them alive etc. It was enough to keep me there although I did a lot of crying not professional at all. I had a family who needed to eat and therefore I just had to hang in there.
After 8 months on the ward I started to snap mentally - my response to the patients who I'd cared for was "you are all lying and I don't want you to tell me how good I am" because you are all completely wrong.
I'd stopped crying by the 6 month mark. I was shutting down to the ongoing poor performance every morning when I walked into the ward - I'd shrug my shoulders and keep walking. By the end I just completely walked past as the manager continued to loudly tell me what I'd failed at yesterday..
I guess the thing that kept me there (I was interstate with my young family at home) was the mortgage, endless bills etc. I'd fly to see them but leaving was so destructive - my older girl used to cry so hard she'd be vomiting by the time they got home.
Anyway, I came home in January after 11 months of being away and am so traumatised I cannot function. it has taken me 4 months to go to the doctor to get a mental health assessment but I fell apart before seeing the psych and left her office.
Valium and anti depressants keep me well enough but I cannot go to a hospital or anywhere related to the medical field. I have had PTSD and I guess it feels a lot like that.
This is the 1st time I have opened up to the destructive life I lived. On good days I think yep I can go back to work on night shift - I did it for 18months and loved it! I was so happy and loved my job. Some days I can't even remember how to do a BP..
I am sorry this is so long and probably jumbled. I live overseas but nursing doesn't change and I know that we all relate in this field.
Finally where is my empathy and will I ever get it back???
So as the title says it happened about 8 months ago. I worked in orthopediacs where I was bullied so badly by the manager the doctors on the ward would pull me aside and tell me that I was fantastic and had the skills and that my boss was completely out of line the way she treated me. No other nurse (60 on our ward) was treated and embarrassed in front of patient families, patients and all other medical staff including the surgeons.
I ended up resigning after 10 months as I collapsed on a day off and ended up in the ward directly beside ours. At no time did she visit or ask how I was. Strangely the doctors came in and asked if they could do anything for me.
Patients and their families were telling me how good I was and that my care was exceptional - this was sent to upper management.
Although it was stressful on the ward patients did praise me for keeping them alive etc. It was enough to keep me there although I did a lot of crying not professional at all. I had a family who needed to eat and therefore I just had to hang in there.
After 8 months on the ward I started to snap mentally - my response to the patients who I'd cared for was "you are all lying and I don't want you to tell me how good I am" because you are all completely wrong.
I'd stopped crying by the 6 month mark. I was shutting down to the ongoing poor performance every morning when I walked into the ward - I'd shrug my shoulders and keep walking. By the end I just completely walked past as the manager continued to loudly tell me what I'd failed at yesterday..
I guess the thing that kept me there (I was interstate with my young family at home) was the mortgage, endless bills etc. I'd fly to see them but leaving was so destructive - my older girl used to cry so hard she'd be vomiting by the time they got home.
Anyway, I came home in January after 11 months of being away and am so traumatised I cannot function. it has taken me 4 months to go to the doctor to get a mental health assessment but I fell apart before seeing the psych and left her office.
Valium and anti depressants keep me well enough but I cannot go to a hospital or anywhere related to the medical field. I have had PTSD and I guess it feels a lot like that.
This is the 1st time I have opened up to the destructive life I lived. On good days I think yep I can go back to work on night shift - I did it for 18months and loved it! I was so happy and loved my job. Some days I can't even remember how to do a BP..
I am sorry this is so long and probably jumbled. I live overseas but nursing doesn't change and I know that we all relate in this field.
Finally where is my empathy and will I ever get it back???