When I tell people that I have worked in the construction industry as an apprentice in Fort McMurray, Alberta, they are often surprised and impressed. The first question they usually ask is, “How was that?” I struggle to find the words to describe how the experience affected my life.
In casual conversation, should I mention that I spent the last few weeks of my time in Fort McMurray frequently crying alone in the bathroom? Do I mention that I was bullied and sexually harassed every day? Do I mention that my supervisor (a man twice my age) would invite me to his camp room every morning to watch TV on his bed? Do I mention the many times my various coworkers physically touched me in ways that they did not touch their male peers? Do I mention that I left with PTSD?
No, I just say, “It was tough, a lot of harassment. I gained a lot of confidence, toughened me up, made me who I am today.” Because it’s too much to say in casual conversation, and it’s something I’m still coming to terms with, figuring out how to integrate with my current life. It’s something I’ve been working on overcoming for years and would like to share slowly, on my terms, with hopes that other people can learn from my experience, and we can all create safer, healthier workplaces.
I am grateful for my experience in construction because it gave me the gift of perspective. It completely rocked my sense of safety and sanity and showed me why health and safety are so important. It propelled me into the career I have today by giving me firsthand experience of physically and psychologically unsafe workplaces.
So here’s my first step in sharing: letting you all know that it was tough. I gained a lot of confidence, and I’d love to share my story with you, slowly, on my own terms. Stay tuned as I navigate this landscape and embrace a little vulnerability. This journey wouldn’t be possible without my support system, both at home and at work. Thanks, everyone, for your support. ❤️