When the Union Fails the Frontlines
I was told that education would help me move up.
I believed them. I paid out of pocket for certifications in behaviour, learned how to create braille materials, and studied sign language so I could better support the kids who needed it most. I showed up every day in classrooms that were chaotic, violent, and under-supported — because I loved the job and wanted to make a difference.
And for a while, I thought the system saw that. Until I applied for a specialist EA position.
I was the most qualified. I was the most senior. And based on how the union always tells us the system works — it should’ve been mine.
But the board gave it to someone else. No explanation.
I filed a grievance.
The union’s response? “In some situations, the board can decide a certain worker is better suited for the role.”
I was told I was better suited for a larger, more violent student — because I’m a big guy. That’s it. Not because of my training. Not because of my qualifications. Just because of my size.
That moment broke something in me.
I told the union rep right then: “This is the start of the end for me.” And it was.
I started challenging everything after that. I stopped pretending the union was on my side. Because what’s the point of paying union dues if the union just backs the board?
They talk a big game. About supporting EAs. About respect. About violence in schools. But when it comes time to act? Crickets.
EAs are getting hurt — literally — and we’re still being treated like furniture in the classroom. Violence is on the rise, and the silence is louder than ever. There’s more conversation in school offices about photocopier toner than there is about the daily abuse EAs face.
I left my full-time permanent job. Walked away from stability. I took supply jobs in two boards and started contract work for families — because at least there, I have control.
And I’m not alone.
I know an EA who was all-in, heart and soul, when he started working in the Catholic board in Hamilton. They ruined it for him, too. And the union? Did. Nothing.
They are supposed to be our advocates. Instead, they act like an extension of Human Resources. Their job is to defend us, but most days it feels like they’re more interested in maintaining relationships with admin than actually protecting the people on the ground.
We deserve better.
We need more than statements. We need more than hashtags. We need action — and we need people who aren’t afraid to speak the truth, even when it’s messy.
So here it is: I feel abandoned by my union. And I’m not staying silent about it anymore.