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sometimes you hear something that lights a fire under your ass.
Today I was working alongside a co-worker and when I heard the shit coming out of his mouth regarding mental differences/illnesses I wanted to punch him so hard to make him shut up. I haven't been physically violent towards another human in quite a while now, so this was almost overwhelming feeling.
Ok. Here is some context: Me, washing dishes not talking. Him, walks up for conversation.
Him: Sorry I'm not so happy today, I'm really depressed.
Me: Oh, shit man. What's going on?
Him: *lifts up shirt on arm to expose small scars* I'm suicidal.
Me: Is that all you've done? Have you tried anything else?
Him: No. Dad took away my pencil sharpener so I wouldn't cut. He said "if I ever cut again he's sending me to a mental hospital. Crazy people go there!
So, as you could imagine, at this point I'm seeing red. I said some generic bullshit to make him feel better (which I hate) than shut my mouth. I couldn't listen to him anymore, but he kept talking. When he finally left I was so close to breaking what I was holding so I didn't break him. This kid is 19 (acts 15) and always makes every moment about him; the level of narcissism in him is alarming.
As someone who has attempted suicide 3 times, been in the psych ward on 3 different occasions and lives with bipolar disorder every single day; I just can't handle people who make mental health look like a fucking joke. It makes me so sick that people claim their shitty life on mental health. 18 year old me would have lost their shit on this guy! My nickname back in Timmins was 'Crazy White Bitch', and I held that reputation for years.
I swear, being an adult fucking sucks sometimes.