Digz
Gold Member
So, I screwed up at work today. Probably not a big deal and anyone else would brush it off. My supervisor just had a word to me and it was all friendly - but for me, it was horrible. Nobody likes making mistakes and certainly nobody likes getting pulled up on them, but me? I went back to my office and bawled. Proper, head down on the table bawling and I found it hard to stop.
When I was young I was told I was treated as if I was worthless and I was constantly told all the things that were wrong with me. I was also taught that nothing but perfect was good enough.
Making mistakes is like confirmation of the fact that I'm a pathetic loser and a complete idiot, just like I was taught.
Of course, as a grown woman, now I know logically that everyone makes mistakes. Still, this feeling that I'm a piece of dirt because I screwed up, somehow burns within me and keeps bringing tears to my eyes.
I know, for the days and weeks to come, no matter what I do, my mind will keep coming back to this and abusing me because of this mistake.
When I was young I was told I was treated as if I was worthless and I was constantly told all the things that were wrong with me. I was also taught that nothing but perfect was good enough.
Making mistakes is like confirmation of the fact that I'm a pathetic loser and a complete idiot, just like I was taught.
Of course, as a grown woman, now I know logically that everyone makes mistakes. Still, this feeling that I'm a piece of dirt because I screwed up, somehow burns within me and keeps bringing tears to my eyes.
I know, for the days and weeks to come, no matter what I do, my mind will keep coming back to this and abusing me because of this mistake.