by Snaga » Sun Dec 13, 2020 4:07 pm
Glad to hear that!
Work... drove me here to PF, anxiety in a roundabout way (I was self-harming over something work-related, and found PF on a search engine about self-harm). For me, my last place of work I often found my body in fight-or-flight mode, as I walked down the long entranceway to start a shift. Intense, crippling, and unrelenting. So I definitely empathize.
And, well, sometimes, co workers sure did add to it. A LOT. I've worked with careless partners, I've worked with lazy partners, I've worked with partners hopped up on alcohol and drug cocktails. When you're afraid to take a break, because you literally don't know what absolute insane, you're going to get us FIRED $#%^ you're going to come back to, well... oh yes, I know exactly how it feels to have work sap the life from you, one rapid heartbeat, at a time. I've come home and drank; or self-harmed; or just rode around before going home so I can scream my throat raw. Or just come home, sit in the car, and think of all the nice ways I could off myself. Meh.
Some nights I'd just dissociate to the point of I'm just watching as the body does what was expected of it.
Once my 'others' began to emerge as distinct personalities (Sam was the first) it was.. both scary, because I'd never been aware of another fronting before, and a blessing, because once enough cooperation had been reached, Samantha took over driving to and from work, and I was just along for the ride- my anxiety then, most of the time, anyway, could turn on when I walked into work, and turn off, when I walked out, and stayed at work, and came home with us, a lot less.
I digress- point is, I really empathise with the BF.