This is me finding a distraction from the task I should be doing.
As I'm writing out my employment history I'm seeing a constantly repeating patterns of cycles within cycles of:
my avoidance and seeking distractions, ending in last minute rushed work and crises. Writing this is a piece of avoidance in itself.
Of feeling insecure and avoiding calling people and ending up pissing them off and me feeling even less able to face them.
Of being singled out by narcissists to be their play thing.
of being unable to make realistic plans and follow through on them let alone deliver on time or within budget.
Of people I'm supposed to be supervising, refusing to do what they are paid to, and my line managers telling me not to upset the person who's fudging the results - because we can't afford to loose them. The implication being that if the fudge is ever discovered, I'm the one who'll be blamed, and if I blow the whistle I'll be the trouble maker, and of me not having the confidence to either face both of them down, or to go over their heads to the big boss.
All stuff to be avoided or, if questions about difficult experiences come up, spun in the best possible light at a job interview, but all patterns to be identified and addressed by me.
Damn, how did I ever manage to work? and how does anyone else with PTSD manage to?
As I'm writing out my employment history I'm seeing a constantly repeating patterns of cycles within cycles of:
my avoidance and seeking distractions, ending in last minute rushed work and crises. Writing this is a piece of avoidance in itself.
Of feeling insecure and avoiding calling people and ending up pissing them off and me feeling even less able to face them.
Of being singled out by narcissists to be their play thing.
of being unable to make realistic plans and follow through on them let alone deliver on time or within budget.
Of people I'm supposed to be supervising, refusing to do what they are paid to, and my line managers telling me not to upset the person who's fudging the results - because we can't afford to loose them. The implication being that if the fudge is ever discovered, I'm the one who'll be blamed, and if I blow the whistle I'll be the trouble maker, and of me not having the confidence to either face both of them down, or to go over their heads to the big boss.
All stuff to be avoided or, if questions about difficult experiences come up, spun in the best possible light at a job interview, but all patterns to be identified and addressed by me.
Damn, how did I ever manage to work? and how does anyone else with PTSD manage to?