presentjoy
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We were in a really intensely bad time with the aftermath of the marathon and one day, I just up and quit. There was a confrontation, and I don't want to get into details, but after the confrontation I took a lunch break, got some distance from it, and felt like "I don't want to be treated this way anymore".
It was a good job in many respects, though I could sense some underlying abusive tendencies, coming from the top down, which led to my feeling weirdly controlled by the other person being controlled. But it was a job that paid well, had benefits (needed benefits, because it was after my husband lost his job). It was a step up from the retail job I held for over 2 years, in spite of the sensory overload I was enduring.
It was the second permanent full time job I had in my entire 36 years. And I lasted 3.5 months. The other full time thing was also really short.
I spent May, June, July, and most of August unemployed. I feel like I'm still reeling from it.
Right now I'm in a training program to try and enter a new career. I'm excited about it, and I think I would do well.
But at this point, I feel a big mix of things, a lot of fears.
1. I fear that I have always and therefore will always not be able KEEP a job.
2. I fear the interpersonal relationships that are involved in office-based employment - I do well, until I start to crumble under the stress
3. I feel generally like a failure. I got a good education, I'm bright, I come across really well, and maybe try too hard, setting the bar really high. I can't maintain it. But I also feel that the level of functioning that most adults can maintain is just beyond me. Fold learned helplessness into the mix.
4. My mix of Aspergers and PTSD feels like a vise-grip of dissociative and social-skills blockages that I can't seem to figure out what to address first/second/third/concurrently.
That's kind of a nutshell. I feel really bad that I just left my last employer in the lurch by leaving impulsively. I kind of wish I hadn't, but I'm not sure I regret it. I'm confused, I guess. Maybe my leaving was because I was triggered. I had already had one meltdown and ended up inpatient. I think I felt like I couldn't manage the relationships anymore.
Thanks for reading.
pj
It was a good job in many respects, though I could sense some underlying abusive tendencies, coming from the top down, which led to my feeling weirdly controlled by the other person being controlled. But it was a job that paid well, had benefits (needed benefits, because it was after my husband lost his job). It was a step up from the retail job I held for over 2 years, in spite of the sensory overload I was enduring.
It was the second permanent full time job I had in my entire 36 years. And I lasted 3.5 months. The other full time thing was also really short.
I spent May, June, July, and most of August unemployed. I feel like I'm still reeling from it.
Right now I'm in a training program to try and enter a new career. I'm excited about it, and I think I would do well.
But at this point, I feel a big mix of things, a lot of fears.
1. I fear that I have always and therefore will always not be able KEEP a job.
2. I fear the interpersonal relationships that are involved in office-based employment - I do well, until I start to crumble under the stress
3. I feel generally like a failure. I got a good education, I'm bright, I come across really well, and maybe try too hard, setting the bar really high. I can't maintain it. But I also feel that the level of functioning that most adults can maintain is just beyond me. Fold learned helplessness into the mix.
4. My mix of Aspergers and PTSD feels like a vise-grip of dissociative and social-skills blockages that I can't seem to figure out what to address first/second/third/concurrently.
That's kind of a nutshell. I feel really bad that I just left my last employer in the lurch by leaving impulsively. I kind of wish I hadn't, but I'm not sure I regret it. I'm confused, I guess. Maybe my leaving was because I was triggered. I had already had one meltdown and ended up inpatient. I think I felt like I couldn't manage the relationships anymore.
Thanks for reading.
pj