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desiderata310
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DON'T read between the lines?!
TAKE SOMEONE AT THEIR WORD?!
Next thing you know you'll be asking me to TRUST someone!!
:bored::cry:
I'm confused too but I have found that this is just a constant state for me at this point.
How was the Psych DR thing my fault? I should have gotten up and left. I just SAT there and got more and more triggered and more and more freaked out and more and more dissociated till I really didn't know if I was coming or going. I should have stopped her. I should have given her the finger and said, No, thanks, I have a THERAPIST I talk to about this shit and We've got the talking part managed. But instead I sat there and let her "ask" me the most triggering questions she could possibly come up with and I went down the rabbit hole this week. I should have gotten up and left.
Wound having to leave work early. One of my workers was bugging me and driving me to distraction with his griping. When I took one of his complains to another worker (it was legit) I was greeted by angry snapping. I managed to keep a stiff upper lip through it, turned around and left and made it to the ladies room before I burst into tears. *sigh* Being the boss of a bunch of grumpy ornery men means never letting them see you cry-ever.
After that I spent about an hour in my office, door closed before I was able to gather my wits about me and go home.
Fun part: I have to deal with this later because I'm both these guys' boss.
I was having (yet another) shitty manager day.
And NO! Not knowing is not ok... Or at least part of me is SAYING it's not ok. I should know the answer. I should be able to sort this out. Seriously, why do I spend so much of my life feeling like I am four instead of fourty-two?
DON'T read between the lines?!
TAKE SOMEONE AT THEIR WORD?!
Next thing you know you'll be asking me to TRUST someone!!
:bored::cry:
I'm confused too but I have found that this is just a constant state for me at this point.
How was the Psych DR thing my fault? I should have gotten up and left. I just SAT there and got more and more triggered and more and more freaked out and more and more dissociated till I really didn't know if I was coming or going. I should have stopped her. I should have given her the finger and said, No, thanks, I have a THERAPIST I talk to about this shit and We've got the talking part managed. But instead I sat there and let her "ask" me the most triggering questions she could possibly come up with and I went down the rabbit hole this week. I should have gotten up and left.
Wound having to leave work early. One of my workers was bugging me and driving me to distraction with his griping. When I took one of his complains to another worker (it was legit) I was greeted by angry snapping. I managed to keep a stiff upper lip through it, turned around and left and made it to the ladies room before I burst into tears. *sigh* Being the boss of a bunch of grumpy ornery men means never letting them see you cry-ever.
After that I spent about an hour in my office, door closed before I was able to gather my wits about me and go home.
Fun part: I have to deal with this later because I'm both these guys' boss.
I was having (yet another) shitty manager day.
And NO! Not knowing is not ok... Or at least part of me is SAYING it's not ok. I should know the answer. I should be able to sort this out. Seriously, why do I spend so much of my life feeling like I am four instead of fourty-two?
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