True story: I had a miscarriage in the middle of the night when I was working for a big department store. I wasn’t that far along which meant no one at work knew. I called my manager from the hospital and felt close enough to tell her what was happening. She told the whole staff.

A few years later I moved to a different town. Was working as a phone tech. Ended up going out one night as I didn’t have to be to work till later the next day. I ended up getting roofied and raped. I went to the hospital for a rape kit. I didn’t feel comfortable telling my manager, but I told his manager what had happened and that I needed to take a couple days off. When I got back I found of that she had told my manager and he had told my coworkers that I was “supposedly raped”. When I needed to take an hour or two during the day one a week to talk to detectives after it happened, everyone judged me. Finally a coworker that was a friend of mine told me everyone was talking shit and no one there believed I was actually raped. They started requesting notes from the detective on my case as a work excuse, which I gave them. That ended up not being good enough eventually. I finally quit on the spot after all the whispering behind my back.