I have spent the last 4 hours trying to make a post through teary eyes. It was reactionary and emotional. It was over 5 pages long. It outlined personal experiences. Had stories of times I felt unsafe and uncomfortable. It had direct dialogue from individuals I interacted with.
I have decided thatI cannot, or will not, post my experiences. To me, I do not think that it necessarily adds anything that hasn’t already been highlighted by other users & previous employees.
What I do believe I can say is that there are so many amazing and incredible people that have been employed, or are currently employed, by IFI. The original post of this thread is not a product of those people. Not everyone can leave or speak out because there will be consequences if they do. These consequences would range from financial to interpersonal. How do I know this? Because I myself sat in their shoes from the summer of 2016 all the way up until earlier this year.
I thought it was incredible that FUN started their section about this topic on their show tonight by saying something similar. These stories are not necessarily reflective of the people who are currently or previously have been employed by this company. They even said it was unfair to attribute these stories to individuals not directly named by the people who have been courageous enough to share. I want to say thank you to them for including that. I think it has not been said enough and that is why I have already repeated it twice in my post so far.
It’s easy to think that silence, or non-action, is just as bad as the actions taking place. I couldn’t disagree more. I’d like to share some potential reasons as to why people did not speak out when they experienced some of these things, or are even now not speaking out.
They didn’t speak out because they were scared. I personally didn’t because I was scared. Because I knew what would happen. The things I loved could very easily have been taken away. I loved having access to the whole robot lab for personal projects. I loved being a mentor for the local FRC team. I loved the FRC kids and I loved being a force of positivity and growth in their lives. I loved that some of these young adults found comfort in confiding in me. I loved having the ability to (attempt to) make products that would directly affect the youth of not only our nation, but the whole world. If I did or said anything out far enough of line, all of those things could be taken away from me. And forgive me for my ignorant confidence here, but I thought there was no better person than me to be making these games and providing these resources.
Man, all I wanted to do was provide every single kid with the exact same experience I was given that allowed me to change from a person I despised to a person I am actually very proud to be. At one point in time I called it my dream job. I knew I was a strong enough person to deal with what was thrown my way and hopefully I could help my coworkers handle it as well. Because it was worth it. We had the ability to do so so so much good. We just had to put up with the bad. But it was worth it to give at least one kid the experience that I cherished so much.
My first complaint was given during my 3rd week on the job. It’s a story I have told many times but I do not feel comfortable telling it here. I did not say anything publicly then because I was scared. I do not say anything now because I am scared. Let me help you understand why people are saying something now. Because for the very first time there is a place where it is safe enough to share this information comfortably. For the very first time there is a place that would actually be receptive to the complaints. And a place where the complaints can live on and not be conveniently forgotten. Just like mine, that date all the way back to July 2016 and as recently as March 2022, seemed to have been forgotten.
I applaud the people who have spoken out with their experiences. You are more courageous than I. And for everyone else that is not posting but has stories. Know that we hear you too, even if you do not say anything. Know that you do not owe it to anyone to share your stories. There is, and should never be, any pressure to share anything you do not wish to. There is nothing wrong with keeping to yourself. The only person that you owe any explanation to is yourself. Please do not forget that.