It's really kind of weird when I think about it. The fact that I preferred and needed my alone time, I just figured was because I was a loner. When things got too chaotic, I'd need to step away and catch my breath. Always hated carnivals, amusement parks, anywhere noisy and crowded. I always had a hard time making friends because I figured I was just too shy. I'd go to church and every Sunday feel worse when I left than I did before going. I figured it was just my depression. A few people actually liked my bluntness, but most did not. I just didn't get it, but was fine when people didn't like me. I could never play sports - too uncoordinated. I could never dance - too stiff. I was naïve and often told I was looking through rose colored glasses.
I'm not sure how I kept my job as long as I did because I was always getting in trouble with my boss. I didn't mind being different than everyone else - I didn't understand everyone else. I think the reason I got through working all the years I did was because I basically believed that everyone probably hated it as much as I did, they just didn't let anyone else know. They'd work over time because they wanted the money, where I'd be the first to clock out and the last to ever volunteer to work an extra night.
The cheerleading coaches didn't like me - my son used to joke and say they had a code word that they would announce when I came so they would know to hide. But where every parent had to volunteer to help with the concession stand, they'd always tell me I didn't have to - they didn't like having to put up with me. Not many people understood my sense of humor and I just figured they had a different sense of humor, if they had one at all. Teachers didn't usually like me, bosses usually didn't like me, other parents didn't like me and preachers never liked me. I never really questioned why. I chalked everything up to whatever.
I was quiet. I was a loner. I was sensitive to stimuli. I was shy. I was a tomboy. I was honest, maybe too honest. I knew a lot about some things and couldn't get other things to sink in. I was naïve. I was cautious. I was a nervous person. The list goes on.
A couple times my boss demanded that I go for counseling in order to keep my job, which I was told by the counselor that they could not do that, so continuing would be my choice, so I wouldn't continue. I was good at backing out of things like meeting my sister in Gatlinburg or something.
Yes, I never felt like I fit in anywhere and felt like an alien and I know that I was trying to hide myself behind a mask in fear of being found out - I just didn't know what it was I feared anyone finding out. The first time I realized any of this was actually a problem was when I went out on disability. Disability required this test - I was told it was testing for depression, but it was about a 4 hour thing - talking to a psychologist and taking this test about work and social things.
When I got the papers saying I would receive disability I thought it was kind of crazy that it was mostly due to my 'social and occupational functioning being severely impaired'? Apparently it wasn't a test for depression, it was the global assessment of functioning (GAF). The letter also suggested having someone manage my finances. The lady handling my case told me the reason for that was so if I was ever so depressed that I couldn't handle paying bills and such.
No one was straight forward with me about what any of this actually meant. But from a few of the notes, I realized for the first time that there was actually a real problem, not just me being all the things I chalked myself up as being. I did go in and get the part changed that I could handle my own finances. At that point I should have went further with figuring out what those results meant, because I knew the lady was lying to me. The papers were making me sound a bit off my rocker and she was trying to say it was just the depression?
Not sure why I went here tonight - the first time in 4 days that I have felt decent so I guess I was just feeling talkative.
I'm not sure how I kept my job as long as I did because I was always getting in trouble with my boss. I didn't mind being different than everyone else - I didn't understand everyone else. I think the reason I got through working all the years I did was because I basically believed that everyone probably hated it as much as I did, they just didn't let anyone else know. They'd work over time because they wanted the money, where I'd be the first to clock out and the last to ever volunteer to work an extra night.
The cheerleading coaches didn't like me - my son used to joke and say they had a code word that they would announce when I came so they would know to hide. But where every parent had to volunteer to help with the concession stand, they'd always tell me I didn't have to - they didn't like having to put up with me. Not many people understood my sense of humor and I just figured they had a different sense of humor, if they had one at all. Teachers didn't usually like me, bosses usually didn't like me, other parents didn't like me and preachers never liked me. I never really questioned why. I chalked everything up to whatever.
I was quiet. I was a loner. I was sensitive to stimuli. I was shy. I was a tomboy. I was honest, maybe too honest. I knew a lot about some things and couldn't get other things to sink in. I was naïve. I was cautious. I was a nervous person. The list goes on.
A couple times my boss demanded that I go for counseling in order to keep my job, which I was told by the counselor that they could not do that, so continuing would be my choice, so I wouldn't continue. I was good at backing out of things like meeting my sister in Gatlinburg or something.
Yes, I never felt like I fit in anywhere and felt like an alien and I know that I was trying to hide myself behind a mask in fear of being found out - I just didn't know what it was I feared anyone finding out. The first time I realized any of this was actually a problem was when I went out on disability. Disability required this test - I was told it was testing for depression, but it was about a 4 hour thing - talking to a psychologist and taking this test about work and social things.
When I got the papers saying I would receive disability I thought it was kind of crazy that it was mostly due to my 'social and occupational functioning being severely impaired'? Apparently it wasn't a test for depression, it was the global assessment of functioning (GAF). The letter also suggested having someone manage my finances. The lady handling my case told me the reason for that was so if I was ever so depressed that I couldn't handle paying bills and such.
No one was straight forward with me about what any of this actually meant. But from a few of the notes, I realized for the first time that there was actually a real problem, not just me being all the things I chalked myself up as being. I did go in and get the part changed that I could handle my own finances. At that point I should have went further with figuring out what those results meant, because I knew the lady was lying to me. The papers were making me sound a bit off my rocker and she was trying to say it was just the depression?
Not sure why I went here tonight - the first time in 4 days that I have felt decent so I guess I was just feeling talkative.
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