I was assaulted by a supervisor. I am a different ethnicity than she. She habitually called me racist nicknames. A patient of her ethnicity called her on it. He was defending me ( his nurse) and being older than her, spoke to her in a chiding manner. She waited around a corner and straight arm clotheslined me then closed her arm around my neck. She cut off my ability to breathe.
I've been a victim before. I've studied self defense. I've worked on it. All that practice kicked in and my reaction broke her nose. I am not proud of hurting anyone. I am grateful all of this was witnesses by a retired judge who happened to be ambulating by. All of it.
I lost my job. I've been kind of black listed. I was counseled by HR to not press charges. I pressed charges. I reported her to the board. I have had some truly wonderful people supporting me; telling me not to back down. An attorney got in touch with me. We sued the crap out of the company that fired me. I paid off my student loans and have returned to school to further my education so that one day I might teach nursing to young nurses.
That said, I have been sorely abused by patients and have never considered what they do as criminal. I know it's wrong, I know it's bad. I meditate, I pray. I forgive. I still can't watch when my stitches are done or taken out ( I can do so for others all day). Somebody has to endure the worst part of people. That's me. I put myself aside when my scrubs go on. I suit up; I am a nurse--my personal life isn't part of that. Game face on.
Everyone handles this sort of thing differently. I strive to approach everything from a point of compassion. I hope we can all be better for each other, incrementally, every day.
I don't have any ill will toward the supervisor that choked me. I hope she learned something, I hope she has grown from the experience. I hope she never hurts anyone again.
Thanks for reading. *hugs*