Poor bugger
Poor bugger
Hopefully speaking about it is helping him as well as others
Sounds like you owe it to yourself to take some action. It won't go away, and being miserable doesn't have to be a sentence. If you could start by talking to your wife or see if there's any counselling at work available.
That's a very sad story and it sounds like you do need help. As good as the NHS can be you shouldn't be waiting 6 months for an appointment. I know private treatment is expensive but you really should consider it, even if only to see a counsellor for a couple of sessions.I have a lot of respect for the man to be able to seek help and to give up a career many dream of for the sake of his health. I hope he has a happy future.
It doesn’t surprise me that people didn’t notice. I managed to spend an afternoon at work in an open plan office 4 feet away from a colleague with tears running down my face on Friday. Nobody had a clue (or at least didn’t make it known they’d noticed). I also punched myself in the jaw hard enough to give myself a headache (that was out of sight of people though, I’d be worried if that wasn’t noticed at my desk!).
At times fairly recently I’ve thought that maybe the best thing I can give my wife is my life insurance pay out.
I’ve had dark thoughts. Days under a mental storm cloud. Mainly because of work. I think I’m probably autistic. My brain doesn’t work like most people’s. At times I love that and it helps me understand things much quicker than others, other times I ****ing hate my brain. Usually it’s the latter. My brain is a dick and I wish it would stop been ****. It causes me to have pretty bad social anxiety. I can’t handle being around people. I’ve worked in the same place for five years and haven’t had a proper conversation yet. Most days see me speak only a few words and all of them are about work. I’m **** scared of the phone. I recently got a fitbit, after taking a phone call my heart rate had risen 40%. So working in an office is probably the worst thing I could do, but it’s apparently all I can do. I was almost happy being a postman when I was at uni. They won’t take me back though, probably because I have a degree and they assume I wouldn’t stay there. So my days are spent stressed, scared and full of dark thoughts at work. My evenings are spent coming down from that. My weekends are spent dreading Monday. I’ve been waiting 6 months for an appointment for an adult autism diagnosis. I may not bother though because what’s the point really? Yes it my make me feel slightly better. That I’m not just a weird freak, that I have an actual thing that makes me different. What would it change though. I thought that maybe once I have a diagnosis I could take it to work (in reality get my wife to!) and say I have this so can we adjust my work to help me cope. I even made a list of the things I can’t do that I’d need help with. Then I realised the list was basically my job description. If anybody knows of any jobs that require no interaction with people please let me know!
I have a decent job, in a decent place for decent money. I shouldn’t complain, but I really can’t handle it and it scares me that one day it may be the death of me.
I am so lucky that I found my wife. Nobody has ever got me like she does. She is the only person I have ever instantly been able to talk to. Without her I have almost no doubt I wouldn’t be here to write this.
I don’t really know why I wrote this. I should probably get back to work.
As a still working psychiatric nurse for over 40 years, some progress has been made regarding the stigma of mental illness,but it still has a way to go.
With regard depression I still come across with the attitude like in the old days pull your socks up.
It is hard sometimes to pick up signs when a person doesn’t give much away, but it is okay every so often check on a person
Friends,family are valuable ,trust them.
That's a very sad story and it sounds like you do need help. As good as the NHS can be you shouldn't be waiting 6 months for an appointment. I know private treatment is expensive but you really should consider it, even if only to see a counsellor for a couple of sessions.
Good luck.
That's a very sad story and it sounds like you do need help. As good as the NHS can be you shouldn't be waiting 6 months for an appointment. I know private treatment is expensive but you really should consider it, even if only to see a counsellor for a couple of sessions.
Good luck.
I have a lot of respect for the man to be able to seek help and to give up a career many dream of for the sake of his health. I hope he has a happy future.
It doesn’t surprise me that people didn’t notice. I managed to spend an afternoon at work in an open plan office 4 feet away from a colleague with tears running down my face on Friday. Nobody had a clue (or at least didn’t make it known they’d noticed). I also punched myself in the jaw hard enough to give myself a headache (that was out of sight of people though, I’d be worried if that wasn’t noticed at my desk!).
At times fairly recently I’ve thought that maybe the best thing I can give my wife is my life insurance pay out.
I’ve had dark thoughts. Days under a mental storm cloud. Mainly because of work. I think I’m probably autistic. My brain doesn’t work like most people’s. At times I love that and it helps me understand things much quicker than others, other times I ****ing hate my brain. Usually it’s the latter. My brain is a dick and I wish it would stop been ****. It causes me to have pretty bad social anxiety. I can’t handle being around people. I’ve worked in the same place for five years and haven’t had a proper conversation yet. Most days see me speak only a few words and all of them are about work. I’m **** scared of the phone. I recently got a fitbit, after taking a phone call my heart rate had risen 40%. So working in an office is probably the worst thing I could do, but it’s apparently all I can do. I was almost happy being a postman when I was at uni. They won’t take me back though, probably because I have a degree and they assume I wouldn’t stay there. So my days are spent stressed, scared and full of dark thoughts at work. My evenings are spent coming down from that. My weekends are spent dreading Monday. I’ve been waiting 6 months for an appointment for an adult autism diagnosis. I may not bother though because what’s the point really? Yes it my make me feel slightly better. That I’m not just a weird freak, that I have an actual thing that makes me different. What would it change though. I thought that maybe once I have a diagnosis I could take it to work (in reality get my wife to!) and say I have this so can we adjust my work to help me cope. I even made a list of the things I can’t do that I’d need help with. Then I realised the list was basically my job description. If anybody knows of any jobs that require no interaction with people please let me know!
I have a decent job, in a decent place for decent money. I shouldn’t complain, but I really can’t handle it and it scares me that one day it may be the death of me.
I am so lucky that I found my wife. Nobody has ever got me like she does. She is the only person I have ever instantly been able to talk to. Without her I have almost no doubt I wouldn’t be here to write this.
I don’t really know why I wrote this. I should probably get back to work.
I have a lot of respect for the man to be able to seek help and to give up a career many dream of for the sake of his health. I hope he has a happy future.
It doesn’t surprise me that people didn’t notice. I managed to spend an afternoon at work in an open plan office 4 feet away from a colleague with tears running down my face on Friday. Nobody had a clue (or at least didn’t make it known they’d noticed). I also punched myself in the jaw hard enough to give myself a headache (that was out of sight of people though, I’d be worried if that wasn’t noticed at my desk!).
At times fairly recently I’ve thought that maybe the best thing I can give my wife is my life insurance pay out.
I’ve had dark thoughts. Days under a mental storm cloud. Mainly because of work. I think I’m probably autistic. My brain doesn’t work like most people’s. At times I love that and it helps me understand things much quicker than others, other times I ****ing hate my brain. Usually it’s the latter. My brain is a dick and I wish it would stop been ****. It causes me to have pretty bad social anxiety. I can’t handle being around people. I’ve worked in the same place for five years and haven’t had a proper conversation yet. Most days see me speak only a few words and all of them are about work. I’m **** scared of the phone. I recently got a fitbit, after taking a phone call my heart rate had risen 40%. So working in an office is probably the worst thing I could do, but it’s apparently all I can do. I was almost happy being a postman when I was at uni. They won’t take me back though, probably because I have a degree and they assume I wouldn’t stay there. So my days are spent stressed, scared and full of dark thoughts at work. My evenings are spent coming down from that. My weekends are spent dreading Monday. I’ve been waiting 6 months for an appointment for an adult autism diagnosis. I may not bother though because what’s the point really? Yes it my make me feel slightly better. That I’m not just a weird freak, that I have an actual thing that makes me different. What would it change though. I thought that maybe once I have a diagnosis I could take it to work (in reality get my wife to!) and say I have this so can we adjust my work to help me cope. I even made a list of the things I can’t do that I’d need help with. Then I realised the list was basically my job description. If anybody knows of any jobs that require no interaction with people please let me know!
I have a decent job, in a decent place for decent money. I shouldn’t complain, but I really can’t handle it and it scares me that one day it may be the death of me.
I am so lucky that I found my wife. Nobody has ever got me like she does. She is the only person I have ever instantly been able to talk to. Without her I have almost no doubt I wouldn’t be here to write this.
I don’t really know why I wrote this. I should probably get back to work.