It’s been a rough week. There’s so much happening at work that it’s just chaos. Work is usually our anchor – it forces us to get out of the house and interact with people. But there have been so many changes that the anchor sort of got cut free for a few days. We walked out on a meeting on Thursday – something we’ve NEVER done before (no matter how much we’ve wanted to). Part of the changes, are a renovation to the office space, which will mean the area being reduced by 30m sq. The flow on effect is that three people in our office are having to be relocated elsewhere in the organisation and another three people are going to have to be shifted from where they currently sit. Ordinarily, we would have jumped at the chance to go to another office area, but the new office space is open plan with no walls behind the work station. We HAVE to have our back to a wall, doesn’t matter where we are, we just do. But everyone else in the office is suggesting that we move. Our team leader and the manager know that we have to have a wall behind us, but the manager made a point out of talking about us during the meeting and using us as an example as to why some people can’t work in every office space. That was the last straw, we had to get up and leave. She’s a really nice person, but she’s not a good manager.
As a further blow, our cynical friend is one of the people moving out of the office. She needs to do this in order to stay calm while her husband deteriorates from the cancer. So the only person we talk to and laugh with is leaving the office.
All of this lead up to a fairly intense bout of suicidal intent. We contacted (via email) the woman’s programme we go to and Liz detailing what was happening. The interaction with Liz was interesting, it got to the point where we knew that if we didn’t head her off, we’d be sent up the the hospital for a risk assessment…
… shouldn’t have contacted you or anyone, it’s just attention seeking. It will be fine, at work now and then go home and forget everything for awhile.
I have found that talking about things, hard stuff, etc does help. If it had not done so, I don’t know where I would be today.
Are you attention seeking? Doesn’t sound like attention seeking from where I sit. Although saying it is, will be another way that you avoid talking / dealing with it, aye? Of course talking about hard stuff can seem to make things worse. Do they get worse before they get better? Sometimes it works that way. Sometimes there can be immediate clarity and balance. I would like you to know that I am available to talk about this situation when you are ready to.
She saw through our rubbish, avoidance etc. Will be an interesting session tomorrow…
As for our photos… we’ve realised by taking photos that our focus of the world is very narrow. We’re not comfortable with the expanse of a landscape and the idea of taking photos of people is absolutely terrifying. We tried taking photos of the mother while she was here, but immediately dissociated. Yesterday we went for a walk and tried to take some photos of the surrounding landscape (managed a couple – try 1 & try 2), but we much prefer the narrow focus (e.g. dew drop). I wonder if this is about our style of photography, or being caught up in PTSD and dissociative issues?