Sorry if I was unclear. The pastoral counselor that "shirt-collared me " out of a meeting did so in a verbal way. That was a figure of speech, (but I felt it was urgent, and so did she) it wasn't physical.
She pretty much just tugged on my sleeve and said--"I think you need to see what's going on outside."
I addresed it, it steamrolled, and culminated today with myself, and two other people in the CEO's office for several hours.
It boils down to an issue of trust.
I was talked to about going to the wrong person, when I felt that the "right" person to go to would not handle the situation. It turns out that when I tried to resolve things appropriately when the same thing happened two years ago, I was talked to again because upper mamgement had no knowledge.
It's very strange, and I feel like I did the right thing, because, even though my risk manager is new, he has more sense in his head than many people whom I have no voice or power to change their minds, have in their bodies.