This week has been one of highs and lows.
Today I write to you from the bathroom at work, as I cry, wondering how the people here can be so mean.
And yes I am aware that calling people “mean” makes me sound like a five-year-old however this is the only suitable adjective to describe people who can make you feel so low about yourself, that you feel sick.
Having a weakness makes you weak and people will treat you however they want to.
If you let them.
Lately I’ve been wanting to quit my job because I was tired of being the renegade and the voice of the minority. But I always forget myself in this.
What about me?
Shouldn’t I stand up for myself?
Don’t I deserve a hero?
Don’t I deserve to finally have somebody speak up for me?
Aren’t I tired of waiting around for people to do it for me? Of course I am.
Unfortunately as an invisible disability, it is extremely difficult to prove discrimination against a person like me.