Eruption in the workplace.
It’s about time for an update. After having three months off being up down left and right (more left than right) I decided to return to work. A phased return was recommended, just to break me in gently and to make it a less daunting experience. All was good with the plan, apart from the fact that it was making me extremely anxious. I’m still feeling like an emotional wreck. Monday was my first day back, all of which was spent going through emails. Tuesday was a continuation of emails and the whole going back to work thing was slowly starting to seem like a good move. Then I received the brown envelope of doom, other wise know as an “invitation” to attend a capability meeting. To cut what could very well be a long story short the outcome of this meeting could result in my dismissal. This came as quite a shock to say the least. I was given a final written warning last September for having time off prior to discovering that there is something wrong with me that explains it all. Neither the union nor myself were impressed with that decision at the time, particularly as the first written warning stage had been skipped. We appealed but to no avail and the final warning stood.
As anybody with BPD could imagine this day turned into possibly one of the worst days of my life. Knowing you have a mental illness in itself can sometimes be enough make you resent both life and yourself, without having the disastrous consequences that suffering with it can cause thrown in the mix. I almost handled it for a while, then it was pointed out to me that after three months off I was being taken into this meeting over short term absence?? I lost it, had what I would class as a minor “go” at my manager (which I have since apologised for), took my coat and left at 11:45 trying desperately to not break down in the middle of the floor. I got out forgetting my phone and keys. I got out again, left the grounds and no sooner had I got past the wall I went. Read the rest of this entry »
On the Bill at Brighton
The trip to Brighton to see the ingeniously warped Bill Bailey was as imagined. Fun, bizarre and bloody brilliant. Five people in a tiny Nissan for just over five hours was a sight in it’s self. Brighton was gorgeous, with some truly stunning architecture (unfortunately due to crap batteries I have no pictures of them), a relaxed sea front and great weather…Amazingly we were walking around in t-shirts for two days in October in the UK.





