Thank you ShielaKathy
After surviving & my diagnosis in 2005 I completed my Certificate in Applied Counselling. On my own with no family support or friends while living in squalid crap.
I received a lot of commendations from guys in the field who I dispatched to emergency situations - domestics, suicides, assaults over the last 4 years. I developed Branch radio protocol for calling in back-up for code 99 (Officer in distress) situations, and was always the first to react to get help for an Officer in distress.
Management was focused on niche projects not involving immediate safety of the people we were trusted to keep save, or the guys in the field who I cared very much for.
Then when I needed help, after 4 years looking out for them, they all turned on me. My behaviour had a lot to do with that. My cycle of anger then shame and self hate had to stop, so I resigned for everyone's good. Now I sit here by myself. And the smug self satisfied assholes don't have to deal with me anymore. Our Branch policy toward diversity is to overwork, ignore and humiliate anyone with differences until they break and leave. I've never heard racist, homophobic, anti-poverty comments at work until I came to work for the Goverment of Manitiba Security Branch.
The best part of my job was talking to and helping people with mental health, because the other call takers and Management wouldn't, and if they did would laugh at them later. Povert profiteers with no hearts or soul. I cared about our tenants and my work, and I was shut out and ridiculed for it.
They made fun of me too, for having lived in social housing (we dispatch for at risk vulnerable people) prior to my employment. They looked down at me for having worked my way out of poverty and constant crises, and wanting to help others do the same. They would read my former tenant records out loud and laugh. Gave me the worst shifts while newer call takers got hire pay and weekends off, after I had trained them.
I asked for help by moving off of weekends, not working alone, with admin things I didnt understand, and the only help I ever got was silence - no response in months of asking for help.
Laughed at me when I was triggered at work. Asked not to be left alone with me, in front of me. Made me hate myself and feel like a freak in front of me. Every damn shift.
I was made to work extended and extra shifts with no breaks, while they would loudly play their phones, swear and laugh while I was trying to take calls and help the people they laughed at. Sit behind me & make loud noises on purpose to make me jump & scream, because they thought that was funny. Even after I asked them to stop.
Made homophobic remarks and gestures even when I asked them to stop. When I finally reacted they informed management, after years of me covering their asses for breaches of protocol. And these were the best, the ones I considered my friends. I had no work friends, I was a freak and a joke to them.
My manager was former Canadian Armed Forces, I feel so bad for his former colleagues with PTSD who had to work for this horribly cruel unfeeling man. I hope some of them have survived.
My job was important to me, and they took that from me, so now I want them to pay. They took my income and purpose from me and they laughed at me, plotted and enjoyed it. My life and my sanity was a joke to people I cared about and helped protect the whole time.
I'll be ok for an income for a while, will spend my pension payout surviving while they drive their cars, celebrate Christmas in their nice homes with their partners whining and complaining about which rich normal has it worse. They love feeling sorry for themselves without knowing what real pain and hurt is.
Having to live after accepting a horrific certain death. f*ck I wish I hadn't survived it because having to survive the bullying, disrespect and humiliation every day from normals is so much worse.
f*ck I hate normals.
Still I don't wish what we live through every second we're awake on any of them. They would break under the weight of their privileged entitled self pity.
When I'm cleared to work I'm planning on finding something else job wise, get some career counselling. Likely without a work reference because normals just look after themselves and spit on those of us with PTSD because they're cowards for not having to live after going through real shit like we do.
Got a Support group to go back to Wednesday.
Started drinking early this AM
Thanks for letting me vent.