My story begins when I went to work for a parish in the Church of England which required some of its staff to raise all the funds for their own salary…
At the age of twenty-four, in a state of suicidal despair, my daughter told me she had been sexually assaulted by her father, my ex-husband, as a child…
I was working in a privately owned company as a senior lawyer. I went on maternity leave with my first child and keep in contact with my line manager with regular keep in touch days…
I threw myself under the bus to help someone for over four years. A group instructed an assistant to tamper with this person’s expenses receipt to make it look like they had committed fraud…
I had spoken up in my workplace about sexual assault and harassment. I disclosed my personal experiences involving the same workplace and was guided to report to police…
I signed an NDA a few years ago after more than a year’s bullying by two managers at a university. I worked as an acting manager of a department for no extra pay…
For several years I watched my former employer blatantly breaking the law in various ways, while I was naively wondering how they were going to get away with it…
At 28 years old and as a woman in the tech industry, my career was thriving. That changed overnight. I was raped in my hotel room by an older male colleague…
It was probably the most difficult decision of my life. It is certainly the one whose consequences have occupied more space in my head than I care to admit…