Sticks and stones are painful, but WORDS are deadly too.
I’ll admit I’m a little more sensitive to word choices than most. Your average Joe doesn’t obsess about the use of unnecessary adverbs or weigh in on the occasional Oxford Comma debate. I get it, writer’s are troubled, stuck in our heads, and overly critical of sentence structure. But maybe some people should take a page from my book (that requires buying a copy… jus sayin’). Maybe if people thought about the message their words send, their organizations would perform better.
I speak of course of everyone’s favorite term: SAFETY INCIDENT.
Here I am! Rock me like a… Scorpion?
My wife is now sick of me singing that song to remind her of a tragic event that occurred at our house a few weeks ago. You’ll see why.
That morning the house was bustling and dis-functionally preparing for the day as usual. The kids were yelling about brushing their teeth, the babysitter was running late, I was pacing around like a crazy person getting ready for a very important phone call, and then the power went out. In the two years that we’ve lived in our house not so much as a GFCI has tripped, but the power is a little wonky now and then.
Regardless of the reliability of our house’s wiring, my wife an I always go to the garage to check the breakers when there’s an outage. Then one of us usually takes a stroll down our (short) driveway to waive at the neighbors who are also emerging to verify it isn’t just their house. But this time things were different.
Having braved the five-foot trek to the box barefoot, my wife reached up for the latch and… BAM! The scorpion she had stepped on whipped it’s tail in between here two naked feet, stinging them both. Then it laughed at her, pointed it’s one free claw at her and said “My name is Inigo Scortoya, you poisoned my eggs, suck on this!”
Well. Probably not. But that’s how it happened in my head. One thing I know for certain, however, is that she did not refer to the event as a “SAFETY INCIDENT.” I think her exact words were: “THAT M0#!&$@#ER STUNG BOTH OF MY F#$@*&^G FEET!!!“
Now let’s discuss the supraspinatus
About two months ago I was hanging out in the front yard with my daughter. She rides her Razor scooter like a boss and wanted me to join in. Reluctantly I hopped on my son’s Razor, wished adieu to my “Dorito Knees,” and tried to keep pace. Which I did… Until I didn’t.
The funny thing about these little death blades is that they don’t like cracks. They are particularly limited when their wheels happen to glide perfectly into one as if the cement masons had designed their expansion joints with children’s scooters in mind. They would have to have been evil masons, but nonetheless, one has to wonder.
In the split second it took for me+Razor to meet the laws of physics head on, my life flashed before my eyes. Then every bit of speed, momentum, and mass I had concentrated itself in my right shoulder (the rotator cuff to be exact) as I came to an abrupt halt. After nearly 24 years of heavy weight lifting and physical activity, a child’s toy took me out of commission. Thankfully it won’t require surgery (MRI indicated only a partial tear).
As you can most likely guess. I don’t refer to that INJURY as a SAFETY INCIDENT. It’s an injury. And for the record, I was “safe” the whole time, helmet included.
Here’s where I need help
I don’t know how to solve this problem, but I know it’s one we need to solve. Safety has been plagued by bad slogans and misrepresentation for decades. I believe the core of that problem is the language we use.
Doesn’t calling an injury a “safety incident” de-humanize it?
Doesn’t calling a near miss a “safety incident” shift responsibility from those who have control (workers/supervisors) to those who merely have influence (safety)?
Don’t our workers deserve more care than a phone call to the safety guy because the boss has more important things to deal with?
I think so. But I need your help to solve the problem. What could you do differently at your worksite to make this change happen?
If you’re new to this blog, let me introduce myself. My name is Jason. I’m a safety professional, podcast host, author, and world-renowned origami artist (that’s a lie). If you’re NOT new to this blog, go buy my book… it’s like this but multiplied by the power of unicorn tears. In any case, I hope you enjoy the content here. Please like, share, and join in the discussion as we all pursue Relentless Safety.
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