The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt. Max Lerner
When mobbing follows you
Glenda changed careers in her mid-30s. She started well in her new field, was successful and enjoyed her work. She was full of enthusiasm and motivation, and as she had a bit more life experience than others at the more junior level she was now working at, she was not shy to speak up if necessary. Like so many cases of mobbing, Glenda’s downfall originated in a small conflict when she tried to discuss something she perceived as being unfair. The manager she spoke to didn’t address the issue she had complained about, but instead sent her on her way with token compliments.
Thus began the vicious downward spiral of mobbing. Glenda sensed she was being discussed behind her back, that she was being assigned unnecessary tasks, that people around her were being praised while she was ignored, and that she was being spied on and ostracised. Her work and projects were actively sabotaged. Things became so bad, and she became so mentally injured, that she eventually left the organisation with the sole desire to escape these toxic people and processes.
Despite cutting all her links with the organisation, and staying at home unemployed, the mobbers followed Glenda. She started noticing that things in her house had been damaged; chips on her crockery, holes cut in her clothes, lizards and bats planted in her house, pictures falling off the wall, new paint jobs ruined with scratches and stains. While Glenda could see that to anyone else these things might represent the normal wear and tear of life, she knew her personal property was being vandalised by mobbers. Her car got a nail in a tyre, the car’s inside light was broken, there were dings in her passenger door. In restaurants, she got dirty cups, over-salted food, her meals delivered later than anyone else. She was overcharged in shops. When she tried to get away to relax, there were all night parties and noises outside her hotel rooms. At concerts, single seats were left vacant behind tall people, or her line of sight was ruined by obstructions.
Nobody believed Glenda, and the health professionals she saw labelled her as paranoid. Furthermore, she realised that many of the health professionals were acting similarly to the mobbers, and that the mobbers’ influence had pervaded and corrupted even the hallowed ethical boundaries that normally protect a patient. She couldn’t get the medical help and trusting therapeutic relationships she needed. She couldn’t get support from family and friends, who couldn’t understand why negative events upset Glenda so much.
Things became dangerous. Glenda was hit by a car, and sustained neck injuries. Someone she loved nearly drowned through the negligence of a swimming instructor. She was regularly tailgated, or cars came hurtling along towards her on the wrong side of the road. There were some disturbing people trying to harm her, and she didn’t know what to do. She reported a tailgating incident to the police. She went to the police again to try and report stalking, but they said without evidence and names she couldn’t make a complaint. Glenda didn’t know precisely who was responsible, but she had her suspicions. She had no evidence, as her mobbers were far too clever to give her any. She wrote to the organisation, asking for them to start investigations and report any criminal events to the police, as she didn’t have the strength or the resources to make these things stop. The organisation ignored her pleas, and told her that they would not be investigating and to go to the police if necessary. Glenda had no idea what to do, she had been traumatised and retraumatised on many levels. Even things she tried to do to lift her spirits were ruined by the actions of her very powerful and influential mobbers.
Glenda is still being mobbed today.