NSFW trigger warning for suicidal ideation
(Hypothetically applying for a stocking/cleaning job at a store, minimal human interaction)
“I am a team player.”
working and talking with other people for long periods of time makes me suicidal and I can only stay sane if I'm working alone
“I have a sharp mind.”
my Complex PTSD has severely impaired my cognitive functioning
“I want to work here because…”
I HAVE to work here. This is my only option. Actually, this is my best option because the position doesn't require all the qualities you claim to be looking for in your customer service employees but want ME to have anyway.
“I work well in a fast paced environment.”
My brain and body can only handle so much stimuli before shutting down.
Isn't it considered healthy communication to state your struggles and ask for help and accomodations for them? This is what I've learned from healing from my trauma. It's literally the best way to sustain productivity because you're doing your best not to exhaust and overwhelm your employees that way.
From what I've heard, trying to get a disability status/benefits when you have an invisible illness is a nightmare. I dread the process.
Ever since the pandemic, I have not been able to function like I used to. I'm not sure when or if I'll ever be able to hold down a job again. People don't believe me, but I WANT to. If I could work to sustain myself without wanting to die, I absolutely fucking would. I dread my job search and even just thinking about all the things I have to hold back from employers makes me sick to my stomach. I have to hide my needs and it's like being abused all over again.
idk, I just hope that I can get some sort of disability benefits or something that will support my right to accomodations. I have seen a therapist before but never got an official diagnosis. I did, however, see a doctor a couple months ago for “anxiety and depression,” so maybe I can do something with that? I'm not sure where to start because even just talking to another human being about it is terrifying.
It's like I have a broken leg and this world has dropped me onto the race track at the Olympics and everybody is screaming at me to run.