RainbowSearchParty
Gold Member
I guess this isn't necessarily PTSD related, but there is an element of that strung up in here. I know that I struggle with a lot of things, PTSD, DID, lots and lots of anxiety. But I've always managed to be really high-functioning in the work part of my life, and I have trouble inviting compassion for others sometimes. I'm working on that. I really am.
Work ramps up in the fall, and suddenly projects that I was working on mostly individually over the summer become collaborative again. That's cool. I like working with people. But I have a coworker who is just SO immature, and I'm having a lot of trouble tolerating her. She's lazy, for one. And I know that she might have lots of invisible things going on that I don't know about, the way that none of my coworkers know about my PTSD or DID. (The anxiety is pretty obvious, I think, although I do my best to manage it well at work). So there is that element of needing to invite compassion for her, but I am tired of her not doing any work. Specifically, I am tired of accommodating her. She's more interested in office politics and being popular than getting work done, and it makes me look unprofessional to be affiliated with her. But I have to work with her nonetheless.
My identity has always centered around being a professional. And this feels like an affront to that identity. And I just don't know how to balance inviting compassion for her with my burning desire to literally never see her again ever.
Work ramps up in the fall, and suddenly projects that I was working on mostly individually over the summer become collaborative again. That's cool. I like working with people. But I have a coworker who is just SO immature, and I'm having a lot of trouble tolerating her. She's lazy, for one. And I know that she might have lots of invisible things going on that I don't know about, the way that none of my coworkers know about my PTSD or DID. (The anxiety is pretty obvious, I think, although I do my best to manage it well at work). So there is that element of needing to invite compassion for her, but I am tired of her not doing any work. Specifically, I am tired of accommodating her. She's more interested in office politics and being popular than getting work done, and it makes me look unprofessional to be affiliated with her. But I have to work with her nonetheless.
My identity has always centered around being a professional. And this feels like an affront to that identity. And I just don't know how to balance inviting compassion for her with my burning desire to literally never see her again ever.
