StellaBlue
Gold Member
As part of my trauma work I've been keeping a journal and doing these writing exercises to work up to writing a trauma narrative. I have about 40 pages of stuff - emotions, symptoms, somewhat graphic descriptions of pieces of my traumas, the occasional rant... And because it's a lot of writing, I usually copy the stuff I want to share with my therapist.
In anticipation of my appointment tomorrow, I copied this week’s entries on the copier at work...and left the f*cking journal on the f*cking copier. Didn't notice. That was around 9 am. A colleague stopped in my office around 3 pm to return it to me. She said it was sitting on the counter in the copy room - which means someone removed it from the copier (and possibly read it) and it sat there all f*cking day (for anyone to read). I had to go to the rest room and throw up.
I am absolutely mortified.
In anticipation of my appointment tomorrow, I copied this week’s entries on the copier at work...and left the f*cking journal on the f*cking copier. Didn't notice. That was around 9 am. A colleague stopped in my office around 3 pm to return it to me. She said it was sitting on the counter in the copy room - which means someone removed it from the copier (and possibly read it) and it sat there all f*cking day (for anyone to read). I had to go to the rest room and throw up.
I am absolutely mortified.