BuckarooBanzai
Platinum Member
This reminds me a little bit of something that happened to me.
I was teaching, both in a high school classroom and outside in private practice. Unbeknownst to my students, I was severely depressed, dissociating heavily (this is when my DID symptoms were at their worst), and suffering tremendous suicidal ideation. I swear, the local hospital should have installed a revolving door on the locked psych unit for my personal use.
Interestingly enough, both my school and private students - even their parents - had no idea what I was going through. I always perked up in the classroom.
Well, there came a point where I had to stop teaching. It all spun out of of control very quickly and unexpectedly. Suddenly, I had to drop my students. My classroom students were unhappy - they wanted me back - but they were ok because the school would just hire a new teacher. However, my private students were devastated; to them, I'd just dropped off the End of the World, and they felt abandoned.
Even after I moved away to a different state, one of these private students called me and left a message. Sadly, I was in such a state that I couldn't talk to him, I couldn't even call him back. It was awful. I still feel guilty about it.
But, you know, I was seriously ill. I had to go on disability. I almost didn't come out the other end alive.
Sometimes, these things happen and no one is at fault.
I was teaching, both in a high school classroom and outside in private practice. Unbeknownst to my students, I was severely depressed, dissociating heavily (this is when my DID symptoms were at their worst), and suffering tremendous suicidal ideation. I swear, the local hospital should have installed a revolving door on the locked psych unit for my personal use.
Interestingly enough, both my school and private students - even their parents - had no idea what I was going through. I always perked up in the classroom.
Well, there came a point where I had to stop teaching. It all spun out of of control very quickly and unexpectedly. Suddenly, I had to drop my students. My classroom students were unhappy - they wanted me back - but they were ok because the school would just hire a new teacher. However, my private students were devastated; to them, I'd just dropped off the End of the World, and they felt abandoned.
Even after I moved away to a different state, one of these private students called me and left a message. Sadly, I was in such a state that I couldn't talk to him, I couldn't even call him back. It was awful. I still feel guilty about it.
But, you know, I was seriously ill. I had to go on disability. I almost didn't come out the other end alive.
Sometimes, these things happen and no one is at fault.