Every post is a piece of the puzzle — how a “supportive” workplace unraveled into gaslighting, retaliation, and the fight that followed. I’m not naming names. I’m naming patterns.
It started with a conversation. Then a few meetings. Then, a new phrase entered the picture — one I hadn't heard before.
Performance Improvement Plan.
A PIP.
Let me be clear: I wasn’t perfect at my job. No one is. But nothing about my performance had ever been flagged as a serious concern before I spoke up. Before I disclosed what I was going through. Before I trusted them.
Now suddenly, after almost two years of doing everything I could to stay afloat, show up, and speak up — they had concerns. Vague ones. Convenient ones. Ones that came in just after I requested FMLA paperwork and mental health accommodations.
The timing wasn’t a coincidence.
It was a pattern.
And I was starting to see it.
The "support" I’d been promised quietly shape-shifted into formal write-ups, HR check-ins, and increased pressure. Small mistakes — or misunderstandings caused by unclear communication — were suddenly evidence. Evidence that I wasn’t performing. That I wasn’t trying. That I was a problem.
I started getting copied on emails that subtly questioned my judgment. Deadlines were moved without notice. Projects that had once been team efforts were handed to me solo — and then critiqued for being imperfect.
They weren’t helping me succeed.
They were documenting my downfall.
This wasn’t about support anymore.
It wasn’t even about performance.
It was about building a paper trail.
I saw it for what it was:
They were preparing to let me go.
And they wanted their receipts in order when they did.