Two
years ago, a well respected lawyer read my Bullied by the Boss book and blog and
decided there was some action that could still be taken to right a few wrongs.
The
opponents in the new claim attacked my lawyer, alleging he was subjecting me to
unnecessary trauma. I should be left to put it behind me, they said.
I
didn’t realise there was still action that could be taken. I had resigned
myself to the fact that publishing the book was the only means of addressing
many unsatisfactory aspects of what I’d gone through from start to finish or,
more accurately, start to present.
It
was his offer to help that made me realise how unfinished it all was. You don’t so much put bullying like that
behind you as bury it deep in your subconscious and try not to think of it
again. I tried not to dwell on anxieties about my appearance or worries that I
was a terrible writer. I endeavoured not to be scared of the drummed-in-by-my-bully
idea that men perceived me as vulnerable and an easy target for abuse. I
attempted to bury the fact that I’d been lied about in the Court documents and
accused of a number of awful and ridiculous things I’d not done. And, lastly, I
tried not to think about the fact that my last set of lawyers hadn’t taken any
of this as seriously as they might have.
There
was a lot to bury.
It
was the new offer of legal help that actually made me feel better: really
better. Someone in the legal profession agreed
with me. Few people have had to endure the extent of bullying I had to, and
there’s often no knowing what’s going to make someone feel better in the long
term. Perhaps it’s the writer in me that means I was never going to completely settle
down with so many unresolved subplots in this tale of workplace horror.
My
lawyer, it seems, thinks I deserve a better ending to the story and as things
start to progress, psychologically speaking, this is huge for me.
I’ll
keep you updated as to the next chapter.
Best
wishes
BBTB
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