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Mobbing, or what chooks do at work…

July 15, 2012 3 comments

Workplace mobbing is nonsexual harassment of a coworker by a group of members of an organization for the purpose of removing the targeted individual(s) from the organization or at least a particular unit of the organization. Mobbing involves individual, group, and organizational dynamics. It predictably results in the humiliation, devaluation, discrediting, and degradation; loss of professional reputation; and, often, removal of the victim from the organization through termination, extended medical leave, or quitting. The results of this typically protracted traumatizing experience are significant financial, career, health, and psychosocial losses or other negative consequences. Mobbing has different levels of severity (Duffy & Sperry 2012, p.52)’

Having this past week attended a public hearing in Sydney for the Australian Federal Government’s inquiry into workplace bullying and subsequently, training at work in which the focus was on how can we help the actual or prospective bully to be less fragile, less vulnerable, and to become resilient and take responsibility, I was reminded of the excellent text, Mobbing, by Duffy and Sperry (2012). Certainly, the strongest theme to emerge from the public hearing was that whosoever should be subject to bullying in the workplace is pretty much up shite creek without a paddle and in all circumstances, is best advised to skedaddle. At both events, I was stunned by the gross ignorance, even among people who should know better, of the causes and effects of psychological injury that typically stem from workplace bullying, noting with dread how in the training session such trauma was trivialised as mere ‘occupational stress’.

When I was a teenager, a friend’s family ran a chook (chicken) farm, where the poor dumb beasts were raised from chicks to KFC serving size, before being unceremoniously despatched to the slaughter house in the dark of night. Among the many strange habits of the chicken, I observed when helping out on that farm, was how when if one should become injured, others would quickly swarm upon it and peck it to death. The empathy and given kindly, other orientation that we expect of the human kind was absent. Like any humanist, over the years I developed and sustained a strong belief that essentially, we are contrary to the chook. We do not kick someone when they are down, let alone peck them to death. Only in recent years, and more especially, across the time since October 2010 when I have in my own workplace, been subject to unrelenting bullying, did I start to question my own belief system.

I now take the more pragmatic view that each of us holds the capacity for much good, as well as for much evil…

The best aspects of Mobbing (2012), in my view, are that it lays out the complexity of bullying and challenges much of the mythology that surrounds this entrenched form of violence. Gone is the standard perpetrator versus victim profiles and how tinkering with each or mediating between both will magically lead to problem resolution. Duffy and Sperry (2012) are stark in their descriptions of what is really happening in our workplaces, schools and communities. For instance, by drawing on the philosophy of Hannah Arendt, they note how in the absence of necessary critical self-reflection, the line between good and evil can be so readily breached…

Those who mob others always do so with insufficient information about the victim – about the victim’s point of view, intentions, and hopes and dreams. By casting the victim as ‘other,’ those who mob do not have to engage in the messy business of trying to understand another’s position or motivation. They have rendered judgment in advance, and that judgment is revealed in actions in which they have moved to strip a victim of status and influence or to eliminate the victim from the organization or community. Such is the absence of reflection and compassionate engagement. Such is the banality of evil‘ (2012, p.45)

Tragically, as I heard from those who gave impact statements at the aforementioned public hearing earlier in the week, the consequences of workplace bullying are often devastating. Telling such people that all they ever had to do was become more mindful or toughen up is akin to telling any other victim of violence to look into their own hearts for what they did ‘wrong’ and how they can better defend themselves, next time. This nasty victim blaming deflects attention from those behaviours and attitudes that create workplace bullying and which make remedying it such an overwhelmingly difficult task…

Davenport, Schwartz, and Elliot (1999), the authors of the first book about mobbing in the United States, maintain that psychological problems suffered as an outcome of having been mobbed at work constitute workplace injuries and not illnesses. The distinction is a critical one, especially since so many of the negative health outcomes associated with mobbing are psychological in nature, It’s much easier to ignore, minimize, or blame the victim for a work-related negative psychological health outcome than it is to do the same for a work-related physical injury (Duffy & Sperry 2012, p.142)’

When a forklift truck drops its palate on a worker stacking shelves and the worker breaks his leg, there is no dispute that the worker has sustained a workplace injury. When a worker’s personal and professional reputation is systematically assaulted by coworkers and managers, and the worker suffers major depression and becomes suicidal, it is not nearly as clear that the worker has sustained a workplace injury according to our current understandings. Where psychological and psychosocial disorders are concerned, organizations and other workplaces have been less ready to see these injuries as related to workplace conditions. Instead, they have reverted to traditional cultural understandings of mental and psychosocial disorders as arising from within the individual and as unrelated to events or social conditions in the workplace. The difference between a psychological injury sustained in the workplace and a psychological disorder attributed to individual pathology functioning is an essential one for understanding the effects of mobbing (Duffy & Sperry 2012, p.143)’

The consequences for those mobbed or otherwise bullied at work are manifest, as Duffy and Sperry (2012) lay out in shocking detail…

In cases of mobbing, threats to one’s physical integrity are less frequently present, but are noted nonetheless in the literature. Many victims of mobbing meet the criteria of PTSD if we take the position that assaults to one’s personal and professional identity and emotional and psychological stability do in fact threaten one’s physical integrity and represent serious threats to the self. Character assassination, belittling, attempts to turn others against the mobbing victim, attacks on one’s professional identity and competence, and many other negative acts associated with mobbing strike at the very heart of a person’s sense of self-identity and wholeness. Mobbing victims often describe feeling invisible or like a nonperson. They have been ostracized and segregated from the work community and accompanying web of social relationships. They are no longer whole and have become ‘other’’ (p.149)

Such threats to one’s sense of personal integrity and reputation during workplace mobbing do result in threats to one’s physical integrity. One only needs to review the negative health outcomes…that cite coronary heart disease, suicide and sudden death as possible negative health consequences. The recent work of Pompili, Lester, Innamorati, De Pisa, Puccinno, Nastro, Tatarelli, and Giradi (2008) demonstrates the results of their efforts to assess the suicide risk of mobbing victims. In their study, 52% of those exposed to mobbing were assessed as posing some suicide risk, and over 20% were assessed as posing a medium to high suicide risk. Leymann (1987), as part of his pioneering research, found that about 15% of suicides in Sweden could be attributed to having experienced workplace mobbing. Death is, of course, the ultimate threat to one’s physical integrity but the potential severity of the psychological and emotional symptoms suffered by mobbing victims also threaten personal integrity’ (p.149)

Another way of looking at trauma as a threat to one’s physical integrity, even if the trauma is primarily psychological, is through the emerging field of traumatology. Robert Scaer (2005), a neurologist and leader in the traumatology field, argues persuasively that trauma has a cumulative effect and alters the brain and body. He states clearly that ‘in the brain of the trauma victim, the synapses, neurons, and neurochemicals have been substantially and indefinitely altered by the effects of unique life experience’ (p.58). He adds that ‘almost any social setting where control is lost and relative helplessness is part of the environment can easily progress to a traumatic experience. Perhaps the most obvious and pervasive source of this insidious societal trauma is in the workplace’ (p.132). Scaer’s meaning is clear. Trauma cannot easily be separated out between physical and psychological effects because all trauma affects both the brain and the body. The effects of trauma accumulate over time, and this may provide a conceptual framework for understanding why some mobbing victims suffer more severely than others. Those who have had fewer life traumas have had less negative brain alteration over time and may be able to bounce back more easily than others whose life trajectory has (p.150) included multiple traumas. No one escapes trauma in life, be it the accumulation of the smaller traumas of everyday life, or the larger traumas that inscribe themselves in the brains of victims and fundamentally alter the way the brain functions’ (pp.149-150)

As workplace bullying is finally dragged, resistant and defiant, into the public domain, I hope that ever more people will begin to critically reflect on their acts and omissions at work, at school and in the community. What I am still struggling with, from my own experience, is how could intelligent, educated human beings, whose job it is to dutifully serve others, quite happily bully me to death? What would motivate anyone to behave in such an abominable fashion? While I concede that the answers to these and other related questions are complicated, I suggest that we start by contemplating what the chooks do, at work…

Duffy and Sperry’s text, Mobbing (2012) is highly recommended reading…

All fags must die…

June 25, 2012 Leave a comment

It’s no big secret that many Christian Churches hate us fags with a passion. This is not mere ‘uncomfortableness’ with the idea that two men might get it on differently to how your ma and da did it but utter disgust that such men not only make love, but can actually love each other. So when a friend sent me this link to a story about a Salvation Army officer telling it like it is, that is, burn baby burn (in hell), I was not surprised. Christians are as much appalled by the free expression of sexuality as they are by their abject failure to control this most intimate aspect of the human experience.

What never ceases to amaze me, however, is the sheer hypocrisy of the Australian Federal Government, whose suicide prevention policy is heavily influenced by the major Christian Churches. Our government also funds all the faith-based, telephone counselling services to which suicidal people might turn for support. Thus, at once we can have a gaggle of total fuckwits within the suicide prevention industry, scratching their heads as to why gay teens are more likely than straight ones to top themselves, and yet the message coming from the Churches is ‘sorry,’ die fags, and quickly…

The Salvation Army should be held accountable for enacting and inciting hatred against gay men, and for fostering self-loathing in those gay men vulnerable to such abuse. However, this is Australia, and in this country powerful vested interests stay safely beyond the reach of the law…

In defence of bullying and other cultural merry-go-rounds…

June 17, 2012 Leave a comment

At the same time as the Australian Federal Government is pushing through an inquiry into workplace bullying, comes further news about the culture of violence that has long permeated our defence forces. The circularity of such disturbing allegations is only matched by the abject failure of anyone to actually do anything to clean up the stinking mess. Such is the Australian way, as I have often lamented here, that we relish in puff for the purpose of serving no useful end while collectively deluding ourselves that ‘she’ll be right’ or ‘we’ll be right’ or whatever the fuck that dense phrase is. The fact is, violence is a deeply embedded cultural practice in Australia, whether it be in our schools, the defence forces or the workplace. I should wonder what findings the workplace bullying inquiry will dig up, noting that the Federal Government carefully stage manages these events to limit widespread participation and thereby to exclude dissent. Further, it privileges those views that are sympatico to the powers that be and it cherry picks ever so lightly from the paltry list of pre-censored recommendations. Your choices, thus, are to: 1) hang on grimly to this slow moving merry-go-round to nowhere, 2) take the honourable soldier route by blowing your own brains out or 3) move overseas to somewhere that has heard of the term ‘vibrant democracy.’

Greece, perhaps…?

Submissions to the Federal Government’s workplace bullying inquiry close on 29 June 2012…

Soldiers suffering much for nothing much at all

April 22, 2012 Leave a comment

This Wednesday is ‘ANZAC Day’ in Australia, a day on which we remember those men and women who marched bravely off to war and especially those who did not return. For those who did, a necessary myth of the unrelenting war machine is that just as young soldiers must be honourably blown to bits by land mines (or whatever), the damaged ex-veterans must carry themselves with quiet dignity. There is little sympathy shown for any solider who comes home and cannot keep his shite together. That war is necessarily horrific and commonly traumatic are deadly facts obscured behind the carefully constructed facade that these deeply troubled men were already predisposed to their now, demonstrable madness. Moreover, solutions to this centuries’ old problem increasingly hinge on building up young recruits to become even more resilient in the face of constantly anticipating or participating in death and destruction. In fact, perhaps the most bizarre solution I have heard about involves using Martin Seligman’s positive psychology approach against soldiers, simultaneously stripping the war machine of any culpability while compelling those hapless soldiers to simply try harder.

It will not work.

War stinks…

Degrading College Drunks Go Gay

March 18, 2012 Leave a comment

‘In one initiation ceremony, called ‘Two Men’, first year students are stripped to their underwear and forced into the middle of a circle where they must wrestle another student with the aim of removing their underwear

Over the past few days, the Fairfax press here in Sydney has run several exploratory stories related to the goings-on at St John’s Residential College, at the University of Sydney. That includes, as above, detailing alleged, truly bizarre and decidedly homosexuals rituals. Young men such as these, who can defiantly humiliate women and each other, will go on to become the captains of industry, politics and academia. The resilience of these archaic cultures to the march of progress lies in the fact that privileged young men know that they can do as they please, the closed nature of the institution and that few, if any, within that institution, dare to speak out.

The University of Sydney continues to assiduously resist implementing an anti-bullying policy for students…

Of course, you would expect that any university would, upon hearing allegations of a young female student seriously harmed during a college ritual, to ’huddle’, working overtime to keep the problem in-house and to shut it down as quickly as possible. What, perhaps, you would not expect, is that those supposedly ‘independent’ people on and off campus, whose duty it is to uphold the health, safety and well-being of students, would remain so extraordinarily mute about this most recent incident, and the conga line of others over the previous decades. I should not wonder then why so few cases of unlawful sexual discrimination and harassment have been brought by students against the University of Sydney.

Perhaps when Sex Discrimination Commissioner, Elizabeth Broderick, launches the See Hear Speak‘ campaign at the University of Sydney next Thursday, a campaign that aims to educate women (but not men?) about sexual harassment, she might refer specifically to the alleged goings-on at St John’s College?

And as for young men at St John’s College reportedly measuring each other’s penises in a group setting? Well, enough said…

No Sunny Gay Land for Queens

March 13, 2012 3 comments

For the uninitiated, Queensland is stuck in the deep north of Australia and stands rank as an embarrassing social, cultural and political backwater. When foreigners (and to Queenslanders, anyone not born in that state and who is not also white, straight and Christian, is a foreigner) comment that the so-called ‘Sunshine State’ is 50 years behind the times, they really are being generous. A more pathetic place one could hardly imagine. That Queensland’s greatest claim to fame is that it attracts elderly citizens from the colder southern states who, too afraid of the violence on the streets below, hide away in their luxury apartments to await their lonely deaths, speaks volumes for the local zeitgeist.

The current Queensland state election would usually attract about as much interest in the rest of Australia as a sheep in Scotland composing a symphony on an IPAD. However, every now and then, one of the local loons up there throws a stinking clanger high into the air and whereas reasonable people would usually scatter before the shit splatters, in Queensland, they stand firm and relish in it. Where else, after all, could people defend an election campaign video that not only pours scorn on gay marriage equality but does it by making a disturbing association between homosexuality and paedophilia? My suggestion would be that unless you are a southerner close to death’s door, there is every reason to give the Sunshine State a swerve…

 

Men Get Bullied, Too

October 9, 2011 2 comments

As I have previously reflected upon on this blog, I was bullied by staff while studying social work at the University of Newcastle. That bullying had almost reached its ugly zenith when in late 1991, I was dragged into this weird and spooky inquisition meeting with two lecturers from the social work department, where I studied. For two, maybe three hours they harangued and hassled me and effectively chewed me to bits, telling me repeatedly that I was dumb, stupid, that I could not write and that I had absolutely no academic potential. In short, they had wanted me to withdraw from the course, since drumming people out who did not fit their prescribed, cod ordinary social work mold, was painstakingly common. I was, for one, the only male to graduate from that first cohort of students.

In my particular case, timing was indeed everything, since as both those lecturers well knew, I was at that moment stuck in the extraordinary bind of having my father diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and the delicate balancing act where we shared care responsibilities for, respectively, our wife and mother, was facing inexorable crisis. My mother had for eight years to that date suffered with early onset dementia and with my father’s death imminent, we were scurrying around to try and find her suitable nursing home care. One might expect that in such dire circumstances, social workers might do what social workers are supposed to do: ‘empathise.’ However, in true pathological form, the greater my distress, the more intensely I got bullied.

That bullying did reach its zenith in the middle of 1992, when my first confirmed social work placement at James Fletcher Hospital in Newcastle was pulled the night before I was due to commence, on account of an intervention between Social Work at the University of Newcastle and the head of social work at that hospital. The craven politics of that barbaric act centred on the fact that my mother had been ‘temporarily’ placed in Boronia House, a psycho-geriatric facility on the other side of the James Fletcher Hospital grounds. I was advocating against the decision of Boronia House’s staff to ‘dump’ my mother in a far away institution, a fact well known to Social Work and not an issue for them, in terms of my proposed placement.

Well, not until a phone conversation between the Head of the Social Work Department and his good friend and colleague at James Fletcher Hospital…

Even if I was able to countenance the possibility that Social Work was trying to avoid some sort of potential conflict of interest in which I might be enmeshed while on placement, although at that early stage of events no one could have foreseen what was going to happen, what do you think they would do next?

As fate would have it, and strictly against their own policy on where students could be located for first field education placements, I was sent to Gosford Community Mental Health, some 100 kilometres away from home. That meant getting up in the early hours of the morning and ending each ‘work’ day around nine pm, after visiting my mother at Boronia House, to see how she was going. In breach of the UN Convention Against Torture, and common human decency besides, staff at Boronia House had responded to my advocating against their plans to dump my mother out in the wilderness by withdrawing all nursing care to her. Within a few short weeks, that withdrawal of care had left a woman who had been in robust physical health for more than a decade, at the point of death.

I will be forever ‘stuck’ with the horrid traumatic memories of being forced to helplessly bear witness to the immense and totally avoidable suffering of the woman who had not only given birth to me but who had already endured way too much hardship in her life. For the eight years that I had been her primary carer I had been vigilant in ensuring my mother’s health, well being and safety. Further, and despite her inexorable cognitive decline, I had been able to bring much comfort and happiness to my mother’s life. To have that all needlessly smashed by staff at Boronia House was bad enough, but to have been so cruelly placed out of area by Social Work when I absolutely had to be placed at home, in Newcastle, took an immense toll on my physical and mental health.

I recall just after my father had died in July 1992, and with my mother being tortured all the while in Boronia House, how I had asked one of my social work lecturers for a brief extension for an assignment that was due. Despite the fact that I had not asked for any extensions or other forms of special consideration to date, her po-faced response was that the Social Work Department only gave extensions in ‘exceptional’ circumstances and my circumstances were not considered to be exceptional. I note with much sadness, thus, that 20 years later, bullying remains out of control at the University of Newcastle. The only difference is that nowadays, as this stunning video shows, more people are willing to speak out against bullying and assert their inalienable right to live free from abuse or neglect.

I will be forever grateful to Pr Lois Bryson, without whose tireless professional support I would have surely been eaten alive by those feral pigs in Social Work…

Not Quite Dead Yet

October 6, 2011 1 comment

I know that lots of people lose interest in their blogs and so the posts dwindle or suddenly stop. I note the time that I have been away from this thing and think about the extraordinary journey upon which I have been these past few months. My absence can best be explained by my need not merely to recover but to try and overcome the weird and unrelenting bullying to which I am being subjected in my Sydney university workplace. Alas, closed institutions being what they are, it becomes perversely acceptable in such places for anyone who does not fit the fucked cultural funk or who in some way stands out from the maddening crowd to be spotted and targeted for destruction. I am left with the lingering stench that my employer and my colleagues, fully aware of the distress that they are causing me, nonetheless would quite happily bully me to death.

Having recently spent a couple of weeks break in New York, I was reminded by the warmth and generosity of the people in that great city how conversely, life here in Sydney is characterised by the ever-presence of violence, that nasty simmering feeling that at any moment I might get my head kicked in for any dodgy reason whatsoever. The public facade of Australians as easy-going, fun-loving people belies the hidden reality of a deeply troubled and unstable culture that promotes aggression, arrogance and this lunatic ‘fuck you!’ hubris that might best be explained, in psychoanalytic terms, as little dick shame. While the temptation was there for me to do the ‘oppressed becomes the oppressor’ and merely join in all the fun, I could not and never will be drawn into a mindset that I find so utterly repugnant. So, yes, I instead chose the more difficult path and have sustained many more body blows in the process.

But hey, at least I survive…

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