Sulidir
Disciple of Prayer
I had a dream last night, and I feel like it summarized the entire problem set of my life. I am unable to share it with anyone in my real life, because by doing so I become a further burden, and, anybody I share my writings with is thereby burdened by them. Even here, I guess it is not important if someone doesn't have the time to read them. I just needed to write them somewhere and feel as though they would be heard, somewhere.
I am sitting in a cafe with HR. I have not shown up at my job and they have sent the HR lady, a young, thin, beautiful, younger woman who is patiently recording everything I say, but I suspect with feigned concern, because that's what HR people are good at. I cannot trust any concern she has is genuine, but it doesn't matter, I am going to be honest anyway. In the cafe are other coworkers, and they are peering over the aisles. Unlike in my reality, the beautiful sunlight is golden, and amazing. I am trying to hide in my coat, especially as my attractive coworkers peer curiously wondering why I am talking with HR, and, perhaps, also hearing the content of our conversation. As in reality, there seems nowhere to hide.
I explain that things have not been going well at work, but it's all my fault. I could ask for more responsibility, but I am afraid to do so because I fear I could not deliver on it. It is not like previously where I could boldly charge ahead asking for more responsibility to prove my worth, and try to earn my little spot. No, now time rushes by and I can barely finish the tasks that are assigned to me. So deplorably I sit there pretending to be busy, but not achieving as I should. I wonder as I confess these things whether I will be fired, but part of me is already firing myself. I've withdrawn and not shown up for work. I cannot explain to others how this de-realization has affected me. It robs my time and my perception of reality, so I am not functional. How does one confess to being disabled when no such disability seems obvious to others? Must I also confess the shameful way I contracted it?
I want to please others, my boss, my coworkers, but, sometimes I am hiding this in protective detachment. What do you do when you can't please? What do you do when you don't have a spot, a meaning anymore? I am not even sure how I am doing with the minimal tasks assigned. Everyone is very nice and pleasant with me, but shame overcomes me.
And as I am sitting in the cafe among these seemingly perfect, accomplished people, that is the primary emotion, shame. Irrespective what I do, I seem to end in failure. Am I intrinsically designed worse? No, I must have damaged myself. And yet, my present state is chronically inferior and unable to perform.
This is probably a mirror of my disabled life.
Even in my dreams, shame.
I am sitting in a cafe with HR. I have not shown up at my job and they have sent the HR lady, a young, thin, beautiful, younger woman who is patiently recording everything I say, but I suspect with feigned concern, because that's what HR people are good at. I cannot trust any concern she has is genuine, but it doesn't matter, I am going to be honest anyway. In the cafe are other coworkers, and they are peering over the aisles. Unlike in my reality, the beautiful sunlight is golden, and amazing. I am trying to hide in my coat, especially as my attractive coworkers peer curiously wondering why I am talking with HR, and, perhaps, also hearing the content of our conversation. As in reality, there seems nowhere to hide.
I explain that things have not been going well at work, but it's all my fault. I could ask for more responsibility, but I am afraid to do so because I fear I could not deliver on it. It is not like previously where I could boldly charge ahead asking for more responsibility to prove my worth, and try to earn my little spot. No, now time rushes by and I can barely finish the tasks that are assigned to me. So deplorably I sit there pretending to be busy, but not achieving as I should. I wonder as I confess these things whether I will be fired, but part of me is already firing myself. I've withdrawn and not shown up for work. I cannot explain to others how this de-realization has affected me. It robs my time and my perception of reality, so I am not functional. How does one confess to being disabled when no such disability seems obvious to others? Must I also confess the shameful way I contracted it?
I want to please others, my boss, my coworkers, but, sometimes I am hiding this in protective detachment. What do you do when you can't please? What do you do when you don't have a spot, a meaning anymore? I am not even sure how I am doing with the minimal tasks assigned. Everyone is very nice and pleasant with me, but shame overcomes me.
And as I am sitting in the cafe among these seemingly perfect, accomplished people, that is the primary emotion, shame. Irrespective what I do, I seem to end in failure. Am I intrinsically designed worse? No, I must have damaged myself. And yet, my present state is chronically inferior and unable to perform.
This is probably a mirror of my disabled life.
Even in my dreams, shame.