One year after my divorce, I ran into my ex-husband in the pediatric wing of the hospital where I worked

a complaint file.

On the fifteenth of May, 2023, the regulator received a complaint about me.

Anonymous. Four pages. It alleged that I had attended clinical shifts impaired, that my judgement had been affected by my personal circumstances, and that colleagues had concerns they were frightened to raise.

It named two incidents. Both real, both already investigated internally in 2022, both closed with no findings.

And it contained one line that did the actual damage: that I had been “receiving treatment for mental health difficulties associated with infertility” and that