25 November 2015
Reflections - 8 December 2017
It has been a long time since April 2015, when I was taken out of work because of the behaviour of my boss. At the time I wrote this entry, it had been seven months and I was approaching the end of a process, to try and bring Veronica Raymond to book, for her bullying, harassment, homophobia and sociopathic behaviour. It had been a long road; I had suffered terribly but so to had others. I was lucky, having been signed off sick, other colleagues were still working for this woman, agonizing every single day; at least I was away from her.
This is the first time, I have reread any of these entries from that traumatic period; it can be difficult, putting oneself back in the shoes I was wearing at the time. Equally it is hard recalling events but surprising, how quickly these memories come flooding back. Even from this short entry, I am able to discover much about what was happening at the time, Reading between the lines, I do sound very bitter don't I? I had become extremely cynical about people, their motives and nature; I was only thinking about myself, as it should be after such awful times.
When I look back to November 2015, a few months after mine and Darrell's wedding and eight weeks before we left for Spain, I am struck by my ability to keep fighting. Many people in my position, working for Oxfam and other organisations, would have given up a long time ago. There were many times I wanted to walk away from this disciplinary process, but kept on going, because I believed in justice. As I know now, it was a thankless task. Veronica Raymond was never held accountable for her actions and she still remains in situ.
Today, approaching 2018, I remain angry about my treatment, also about the abuses of others. The statement above is as true today, as it was then. I don't take any nonsense from anyone anymore, avoid the worst elements and am well aware of the danger signs to look out for. Oxfam are indeed a dreadful group, but all of those individuals I had contact with during my final months there, taught me much about people. I am able to survive today, because I observed the worst characters I have ever met. Their characteristics, lies, cover ups and manipulation instilled within me a sense of knowing; understanding just how bad others can be!
46 year old Expat, writer and columnist, living and working in Gran Alacant on the Costa Blanca.