A long time ago now, I had a good job that I really enjoyed and had many friends amongst my colleagues. I was in a fairly senior position and I was well respected (I like to think!)
I was accused of something in that role. It was a complete lie - the original statement had holes you could have driven a bus through - but proving it was a lie was much harder than you might think. My line manager provided minutes for an entirely fictitious meeting he claimed to have had with me in which we ‘discussed concerns about my conduct and agreed to a way forward.’ But how could I prove it hadn’t taken place?
And this was where the stress got to me. I started wondering if the meeting had happened and I’d somehow forgotten? I started to wonder if I had done the things they said - maybe not all of them but no one else was being targeted. It must be me being bad at my job at the very least?
I felt embarrassed as well as everything else. I didn’t know which of my colleagues were friends and who was reporting things back to managers. Probably none of them but paranoia set in and I isolated myself. I became stressed and panicked and liable to make mistakes - minor ones but they became major ones.
It was finally proved that I hadn’t done anything wrong but it took a full year and that was a long time. It was literally the first thing I thought of when I woke up in the morning and I dreaded the post coming, obsessively checking my email.
My alleged ‘crime’ was barely anything really. Nothing even close to LLs.
I can’t believe people think she could have had her colleagues suspecting her of serious crimes, the more serious they are, and function and present ‘normally.’