My Experience with Workplace Bullying

I am working as a nurse in London.

I am now in a new ward. But I just want to share to you one of the life changing twists I have experienced in my life.


Working in the UK as a nurse isn’t easy.

Especially for the faint-hearted.

Like me, unfortunately.

I sincerely just lift up everything to Him up above. It is the reason why I am still alive today and still have my sanity at work.

I am thankful that I am here now in London, yes.

I mean I haven’t lost anything. If I compare it to Philippines, I would say Philippine nursing just earns like a very abusive salary compared here in the UK.

But above all this, let me remind everyone that getting this amount of money isn’t as easy as many Filipinos would think. I am not saying that earning money back home is easy because I know it isn’t.  But home is home.

And for me a Filipino, UK isn’t home.

It’s not easy to work in a workplace you know you aren’t welcomed or liked. I mean, this is the place of British people. They recruited us just because they wanted more people to work in their NHS health system, to save money, and for additional workforce. Most of the managerial jobs are taken by White People, and that is the truth and that is I guess an unspoken privilege that whites should have. This is their land.

And I am okay with it.

I have brown skin.

I am Aisan.

I came from a third world country.

I am 24 years old.

I am young and still have many things to learn.

And here comes a senior white lady who talks to me as if I am shit. As if I do not know anything.

I can’t speak for myself because I don’t know how to stand up for myself.

She told me words like ”This isn’t primary school that I teach you ABCs” after I asked her nicely where to call where.

And that is not all.

I prefer not to say anything more to be honest. It’s just that I can’t take it. I may be wrong but all I want is to express this feeling or else I might go crazy. It isn’t at all easy going to work and you get this heavy feeling all the time. It makes you think things about yourself and doubt your capabilities as a person.

I am thankful for myself and the confidence I have for myself is high however meeting these people is just hurtful. I am glad though that I am still here alive, and will be able to rise up and use all these experiences to become a better person. If we meet again, I am not sure what to do really. I do not know how should I act or should I even say hi but all I know is I will fight and I know that home is waiting for me. If they will continually bully me, I will go home and eventually be happier. I may lose the money that I am earning but having your self-worth preserved cannot be ever paid off by any amount of pounds this country can offer.

The most important thing now is I am currently learning a new speciality and I am loving it. I am even planning to book a conference in Oxford University later this year! I am so excited! I will post about it if I am lucky to be able to attend it. And many of our own doctors that work in our unit will speak there. It is so exciting and these are the things I am really looking forward to.

I have really moved on. Although admittingly, it still pains me a lot especially when I see those people. And yes, it isn’t easy. It isn’t easy.