Horizontal violence in midwifery....

Well, here goes, a serious post. My experience referred to here has finally settled enough in my brain for me to dissect and analyse all the places it led me to over the ensuing weeks. Horizontal violence in midwifery is something that we who work in this crazy profession have all heard of, and I anticipate, have all seen. It is encompassed by judgement of each other, suspicion of practices we are not used to and anyone who sits out of the box even a little bit has probably experienced. But, it isn't even just those who sit outside of one box that feel it.... It is all of us, cause we can't quite sit in every box.

So, if you are a direct entry midwife you can't sit in the nurse first box. If you do homebirths only, you can't sit in the hospital supporting midwife box. If you don't do home births, you can't sit in the home birth midwife box. If you look after VBAC's, some midwives will view you with disdain: If you don't others will call you uncommitted. If you work with obstetric staff, you may be viewed as a traitor, and if you don't, a dangerous cowboy. We are, quite literally, damned if we do, and damned if we don't do ANYTHING.

So, midwives, what are you? The catch cry of the late eighties and early nineties in New Zealand midwifery was "A midwife is a midwife is a midwife" and at the end of the 2006 NZCOM conference we called out the same cry. Whether you work in a hospital or out, in homes or in specialist areas, we are all the same, we cry. So, why, when I go to a birth in hospital, and roll my birth ball down the hall to my Mama, do I get rolling eyes, and sighs, and feel judged? Why when I tell my old colleagues on the PN ward that my lady has flattish nipples, but a strong commitment to breast feeding, do I feel myself thinking "not that you will actually help". And why when another midwife ends up in the newspapers, do we all jump on the "well I would have..." bandwagon?

In her post on WHO's a midwife NG asks what makes a midwife... and in asking those questions, she sparks me to thinking... Am I a midwife? I don't do what Barb does... I work in a completely different system, and some of her comments are as alien to me as computer language! And Agatha routinely forces me to remember that we have a different reality to each other, even though we are doing the same job. And yes, on the good old SMS we have banged heads over issues that we see differently. I hope that Agatha knows that I hold her in high esteem, despite our occassional differences of opinion. In fact, it is SMS that most makes me aware of the very real and continuous issue of horizontal violence in this industry: It comes up all the time, with students abused and confidence destroyed over and over again by overbearing, mean midwife mentors.

Why do we eat our young? This question was asked in an article I read a few years ago, and midwives were exhorted to stop doing it, to support the up and coming new midwives... and yet, as a "new" midwife, I still feel like I am at least being tenderised on a semi regular basis. But it is not just me: staff midwives bag indy's, Indy's bag staffies and at the end of the day, WOMEN SUFFER. It tires me, it hurts me and it makes me want to cry.

So, if anyone has any idea of WHY we do this, let me know.... I want to avoid it!