I shouldn’t have to break down, lose control, to cry and shake and rock and generally have a panic attack to be heard. No one should.
No one should have to do out themselves from their (gay, mental illness, etc) closet until they choose to do so. Not because saying, “I have situational anxiety, thus suffer from panic attacks,” to make an employer take a situation seriously and offer ”reasonable accommodation.”
No one should spend their lunch break sitting on a public bathroom, unable to stop crying and shouting, silently in their head, “I can’t go out there,” because they had to discuss their mental illness details with their boss and now they feel exposed, naked in the spotlight.
No one should have to woman up and go back out there anyway and face another 4.5 hours with the people who forced you to strip down to your soul. Because you will be reprimanded (not fired, of course, not today, not until they find some other reason, no matter how invalid, because firing someone over the mental health is a no-no).
I am burning out, a flame sputtering it’s last while you calming explain why my points are not valid, my assessment erroneous, my mental health just not as important as other factors.
I apologize for this post. Not for m feelings. No for my reactions. But simply for dumping this on y’all when it’s not your fault.
Okay. Deep breath. One last pee to “justify” the 32 minutes I’ve been in here. Wash hands. Apply eye drops.
And hold myself so tight so I don’t fall apart.
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