One Day For Mental Health?

Mondays on my job usually have a toxic employee yelling at me. He was allowed to fool around and gets away with not doing much. It is destructive criticism. He yells at me like he is training a dog.

I don't know whether training a male or female dog is different. When I told my supervisor "He yells at me like a bitch" she was flabbergasted. Change the condition. It's not like dealing with an abusive supervisor. That only happened three times. Once is too many occurrences of abuse.

This job began with an SOB. He yelled like we were in basic training. He had a military background. There are two problems. One? I am not Government Issue and two? Basic Training lasts twelve weeks or so and he was one dimensional.

The second was a supervisor on an otherwise good job. When two hundred people are nice and the one who makes the schedule is an abuser? One bad apple can ruin the bunch. That does not keep me from the original abusive supervisor.

My father. It is good my sister is not connected to me on LinkedIn because she romanticizes our father. Because of me he became a better person to her. I actually moved the needle.

That has no bearing on the twelve years before she was born when he was malicious as his father was malicious to him. When people say they are nasty because they love you? No, they are not.

It seemed like he opened the door to taunting and bullying. In reality? Others were jerks in groups having nothing to do with members of my immediate family. It is interesting how companies will talk about an "EAP" as conditions are toxic. If I did not work with jerks I would not an Employee Assistance Program.

Therapists never helped me. I might have to add a pie chart to my book. Therapists probably contributed zero percent in my return. Fifty percent was female classmates who opened up to me when I truly needed it.

There were a couple guys who were consistently good through that difficult period. Music might have been a contributing factor. Three albums by The Beatles, not in chronological order, summarized that year.

Starting with Revolver; this forty-nine cent investment had more ROI than anything until I started buying comic books. They were starting to evolve. It seemed like they stopped touring and their studio albums became more elaborate.

My father owned Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Magical Mystery Tour so I was well versed in those albums already. Next on my journey through a difficult period was Abbey Road. This was the true swan song and hearing this group pull it together one last time? It's quite a ride.

"And in the end/The Love you make/Is equal to/The Love you take". Let It Be was more of an epilogue. Good Night sounded fairly final and my journey to the bottom and rise to more solid ground began with a purchase of The White Album. They were together yet separate, sort of like my family.

And that's how The Beatles did more than any therapist ever will. Even the George Harrison solo albums of the mid seventies had more value than people who told me I was "Crazy" as if that was normal. I lost a connection who was triggered by that word. Never in a million years would I have said that about him. Hearing about therapists who accused me of that way some write off people of color as "Thugs" without getting to know the person? In my experience? All psychiatrists suck.

Sometimes you have to work it out for yourself. It's not easy and when they pushed drugs on me? It was over. Ten years ago I was given Wellbutrin. What works for some does not work for everyone. I came close to an accidental overdose. Moral of the story? You won't feel depressed when you are dead. I don't do well without outside forces and mileage may vary.

I make a point to listen to others. My problems are not more important than yours. Communicate. Oddly? No therapist ever tried to have a real conversation. It was so bad I would not waste one more fifty minute hour with any doctor like that. I need caring relationships. And The Beatles among other bands.