desiderata310
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Folks, I'm tired. I really am.
For almost a year my therapist has been trying to convince me to get a service dog to help mitigate my PTSD. It's been a shitty road to try to navigate in my own head that this is bad enough to warrent this accomodation.
I'm trying to remove the emotion from this post. I'll save that for my diary.
Today, I made an appointment and went to speak to the EEOC person at the university.
I explained (with Char in tow) why I was there very briefly and that I was asking for the best way to approach the university for accomodation. I never said what Char was for or what my disability was. I did not use the term "therapist" but rather used the term 'doctor".
She took down specifics of my position: did I have an office?; share an office space? what were the essential functions of my position? (I'm upper management. I have my own office that I don't share. I manage 5 full time and 60 or so part time employees and I do a lot of paper work and budget work)
She immediately began calling him an Emotional Service Animal, pulled out a worksheet that I'd seen before and explained that there were no provisions made for ESA's by the state and that they would not allow him- especially as this was a dog free campus.
She referenced this site:
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Honestly, I was a taken aback and had trouble following but I had seen this site before. It took me a while to find it again. I could NOT, for the life of me, follow what she was trying to say. I am pretty sure I was dissociating at this point and was struggling, even with Char there.
She smiled and said, 'you understand, we just can't accomdate you because he's an Emotional Support Animal.
I explained that he is in the process (as he is in training) of learning a task and that my understanding was that this makes him a service dog.
She asked me at this point what that task was:. I explained that he was being trained to learn when I was having a flashback and to lick me to bring me back to present.
She then said "you understand I'm not allowed to ask what your disability is.." blah blah blah.
I was a bit irritated at this point but smiled politely and said " yes, I do know, I'm sure you can guess at this point what my disability is."
She made one more pass at calling him an ESA and I broke down and called him a PSYCHIATRIC service dog. Not a term I was wanting to use- especially not in this meeting which had obviously turned south.
A bit of an aside here: making it legal to ask what task the dog performs but not what the disability is, is KIND of pointless. Most ANYONE can put two and two together.
I reiterated that my understanding of the law through my research, the person helping to train and my DOCTOR all had agreed that this was a service dog.
She made the standard promise of anonimity and said she would consult with legal for the university.
I smiled, thanked her and left. I was nothing but curtious but inside I was kind of dying.
The trainer was a bit miffed when I told her of my experience today and sent me this link:
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my therapist's response was a bit more visceral and even in my very despondent place very much appreciated:
"they're just being huge dicks"
The question I really have to ask myself is how much more can I fight? Do I really want to wind up suing my employer?(NO!)
I wasn't in this to become a trailblazer. I just wanted a little relief.
Thoughts? anyone? Am I out of line?
For almost a year my therapist has been trying to convince me to get a service dog to help mitigate my PTSD. It's been a shitty road to try to navigate in my own head that this is bad enough to warrent this accomodation.
I'm trying to remove the emotion from this post. I'll save that for my diary.
Today, I made an appointment and went to speak to the EEOC person at the university.
I explained (with Char in tow) why I was there very briefly and that I was asking for the best way to approach the university for accomodation. I never said what Char was for or what my disability was. I did not use the term "therapist" but rather used the term 'doctor".
She took down specifics of my position: did I have an office?; share an office space? what were the essential functions of my position? (I'm upper management. I have my own office that I don't share. I manage 5 full time and 60 or so part time employees and I do a lot of paper work and budget work)
She immediately began calling him an Emotional Service Animal, pulled out a worksheet that I'd seen before and explained that there were no provisions made for ESA's by the state and that they would not allow him- especially as this was a dog free campus.
She referenced this site:
Link Removed
Honestly, I was a taken aback and had trouble following but I had seen this site before. It took me a while to find it again. I could NOT, for the life of me, follow what she was trying to say. I am pretty sure I was dissociating at this point and was struggling, even with Char there.
She smiled and said, 'you understand, we just can't accomdate you because he's an Emotional Support Animal.
I explained that he is in the process (as he is in training) of learning a task and that my understanding was that this makes him a service dog.
She asked me at this point what that task was:. I explained that he was being trained to learn when I was having a flashback and to lick me to bring me back to present.
She then said "you understand I'm not allowed to ask what your disability is.." blah blah blah.
I was a bit irritated at this point but smiled politely and said " yes, I do know, I'm sure you can guess at this point what my disability is."
She made one more pass at calling him an ESA and I broke down and called him a PSYCHIATRIC service dog. Not a term I was wanting to use- especially not in this meeting which had obviously turned south.
A bit of an aside here: making it legal to ask what task the dog performs but not what the disability is, is KIND of pointless. Most ANYONE can put two and two together.
I reiterated that my understanding of the law through my research, the person helping to train and my DOCTOR all had agreed that this was a service dog.
She made the standard promise of anonimity and said she would consult with legal for the university.
I smiled, thanked her and left. I was nothing but curtious but inside I was kind of dying.
The trainer was a bit miffed when I told her of my experience today and sent me this link:
Link Removed
my therapist's response was a bit more visceral and even in my very despondent place very much appreciated:
"they're just being huge dicks"
The question I really have to ask myself is how much more can I fight? Do I really want to wind up suing my employer?(NO!)
I wasn't in this to become a trailblazer. I just wanted a little relief.
Thoughts? anyone? Am I out of line?