Hi Everyone,
Most of us know Sandra and what happened with her at school- so many people responded the last time she asked for help. I am really so appreciative of people on this blog. Always know that you can send a blog post here asking for help from readers and I will post it. We can all help each other- from having the illness to being a loved one or a health care professional- we all have great advice. Sandra wrote before- you can read her blog post here
https://www.bipolarhappens.com/bhblog/?s=sandra+and+the+teacher
and the amazing comments that followed. Here is her update.
Here is the new request from Sandra:
I could use a little advice – TLC – anything right now. I know that the people at work are well-meaning and truly have their hearts in the right place, but they are driving me crazy with their intrusiveness of late!
Yesterday, before leaving school, one of my supervisors asked me to see her and she asked how I was doing, then “interrogated” me: are you taking your meds, are you getting enough sleep, are you doing things for you? She said she wondered if I was getting a bit “spinny” (maybe her term for manic) as I’d been sharing projects with her that could apply to the rest of the school. I cannot tell you how insulted I felt! Nothing like that to dash any enthusiasm for sharing what I create with my co-workers! I just feel that if I create something that another teacher can use, I’d like to share it. Why reinvent the wheel? I’ve always felt that way, and could never understand why teachers have been so reluctant to share their talents and ideas with their colleagues?
Then today, another supervisor inquired how I was doing, too. I truly do not understand. I’m taking my meds, getting regular sleep and going to bed at the same time each night.
I get this same “mothering-smothering” from a colleague, too. I’ve had about all the nosiness that I can handle. And today, I just could not stop crying. I’d stop, and tears just kept leaking out! I mean, my eyes are so dry they feel hot! And as I tried my best to stop, I’d just start thinking that if everyone feels I’m so unstable, I don’t stand a snowball’s chance in h— to keep my job! And that just brought on more tears! I’d been doing just fine until yesterday.
I shall have to call my co-teacher and ask him if he’s noticed anything “off” about me – he sees me far more frequently than the folks who spoke with me lately!
I do know that I am feeling pressured to complete this semester’s grad work – I did ask for – and received – an extension to turn in a project, which is good. There are two more after that, which will be a lot easier. It’s not that the work is hard, it’s just that I cannot stay up to do all that needs to be done to finish it. I also want to do my best. That does mean a lot to me.
That’s it. I’m heading for bed. Any comments welcome.
San
