Zero Tolerance, Full Humanity
The chronic tension between pressure and integrity.
If you prefer to hear the weight and rhythm of my words, while allowing them room to settle, this audio is for you.
“This facility has a zero tolerance policy towards any form of abuse or violence.”
I spent some time looking at this sign as I waited at the veterinary hospital. I see the same one in businesses all the time now, and every time my body deflates, as if the load resting there suddenly becomes too heavy.
When, exactly, did our society shift in this direction? Why do we need visual reminders that abuse and violence are not okay?
While I waited, I watched people arrive with their own sick pets. Nerves rattled with worry before they even walked through the sliding doors.
The cat with a kitten stuck in the birth canal, hardly more than a kitten herself.
The dog who ate a sock, snapping at anyone who touches his stomach.
The family across from me, crying, because they know they’re saying goodbye.
Occasionally, we’d make eye contact, sending a flood of empathy through a tension-filled smile. The room brimmed with a sense of shared compassion.
So, why would a vet hospital need a sign that states ‘no tolerance for abuse’?
I’ll admit, in the past, when I’ve seen a similar sign, I’ve been quick to judge. Because in order for the sign to exist, someone must have lost their temper on an employee.
Why can’t people just control their emotions? It seems so simple.
But is it really?
I found myself, unexpectedly, sitting in an inherently high stakes environment.
Hyper-focused on my pet’s suffering
Emotions palpably shifting through the room
Long waits making patience unsteady
I sat there, feeling the layers of apprehension hovering over the room. Even my phone couldn’t distract me from it.
By the time I made eye contact with the vet, I was emotionally and mentally exhausted. And I still had to make the critical, split-second decision of which treatment plan we’d follow.
When I looked away, considering the estimate, my eyes landed on the sign again. In that moment, I understood.
Aside from everything else going on in my life, I had just spent 6 hours waiting to see a vet and absorbing all the pain in the waiting room. I was hyper-anxious and then I had to decide how many thousands of dollars to spend on treatment. And they’d need my choice in a few minutes.
In that moment, I could feel how easily someone could fracture.
I don’t condone abuse or violence, regardless of personal circumstances.
But here’s one perspective:
We live in a world that has zero tolerance for basic, natural human emotions. We are highly stressed, overworked, and pressured to keep pushing through the madness. The strain hasn’t erased our compassion but it has seriously eroded our capacity to access it under pressure.
Tension builds, layer upon layer, with few safe places to release it in a healthy way. Eventually, our grip slips, composure fractures, behavior breaks.
We have zero tolerance for human nature and so we need zero tolerance policies.
It’s an absurd loop. One that we created.
We expect constant control over ourselves and each other, and when we slip, we punish. The signs exist because pressure is real. But so is responsibility.
Pressure explains our behavior, but it doesn’t excuse it. We’ve just started acting as if it does.
Now every zero tolerance sign feels like a mirror, reflecting an uncomfortable tension. When we lose internal capacity, we reach for external control.
What would it look like to build a world, and a life, where integrity is strong enough that we don’t need signs to remind us to be decent?
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