"Violence has many shades. And it’s awful in all of that. My story talks about psychological violence in a working environment. While growing professionally, for some months I worked in a fancy communication agency based in milano where the boss happen to be a woman. Since day one I understood it wouldn’t be easy,  environment was tense and I’ve been treated like an enemy more than a colleague, but this I could accept it, it’s not always easy to trust people and it takes time. But from here things just got worse. Working full time, with no weekend off for two months, without a nice word, the communication with this lady was basically her insulting me for not knowing already all the clients, the projects and being shut up if she was just nervous. Literally shut up, with an hand raised in the air, or even on my mount ( here the distance policy of coronavirus would have helped at least) 

The insults about my incompetence, the way I dressed, what I ate were going on and the more I was receiving them the more I was starting to think she was right: I was convincing myself to be unable to do anything. Then she started to stop talking to me and during the meetings with the team if I had some questions I couldn’t ask directly to her. I was said “better if u wait and ask to her assistant or a colleague”. Somethings she was arriving at the office around 11 am while we were all there since 9 and I wasn't able to go on with my job because I had some doubts and I didn’t want to make mistakes of course, but I wasn’t allowed to call her so I had just to sit and wait until a colleague could ask her for me ( not the the colleague were very friendly too) 

The professional humiliation was tough but the personal one, being treated like if my life, or even my presence on this earth was worthless was the worst feeling and of course affected also my job. If I was doing something right she d take credit for it but if something wasn’t perfect ( or even wrong cause is normal to make mistakes when u are learning) I was yelled at like with a kid that spilled the milk on the floor.  

My mind doesn’t remember well that period of life cause I probably tried to save my mental stability by forgetting the worse parts but I remember one time, during the first week of work we had a client meeting and she was late. She told me to enter in the client office and sit in a corner (literally!!), talk to nobody. Of course is impossible due to the fact that I can first of all ignore a client if he s talking to me ( I was working in communication and or field). When she arrived the glanced she gave me was freezing my blood, then I wasn’t allowed to talk to the client during the meeting ( so unable to do my job and take the info I need to do it good) and after she jelled at me in the streets, while people were staring at as shocked. 

I have other memories but I think I made my point. 

When I left it took me time to trust and love  myself again but today I can say I m happy if what I am. 

This shouldn’t happen to anyone. Nobody deserve this kind of abuse."