u/Jaded-Improvement979

I have POTS, C-PTSD, AuDHD, and anxiety/depression, with a full WFH accommodation. My performance is exemplary, and I am a high contributor. When my boss insisted on an in-person meeting, which I knew would be difficult, I asked to attend virtually to manage my symptoms. He immediately refused — I only got him to agree to a larger room.

On the morning of the meeting, he asked to switch to Teams because he woke up with vertigo-like dizziness, nausea, and didn't feel safe driving. He spent the whole day reclining. Fine the next day, of course.

I accepted without hesitation and empathized. When it was just the two of us, I told him he was experiencing my everyday, and that was a good day for me.

The kicker: he's also head of HR.

I'm not angry, just... still processing. The irony is almost too on the nose to be real. Along with the blatant discrimination and bias. I would be lying if I said I felt he didn't believe me and thought I was using my disability as an excuse, and not that I wanted to be in a more equitable position.

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Obviously, my dog was VERY excited! We left it alone and gave it a clear and safe passage through the yard.

I went to an art fair today and got there right when it started. I went to find one vendor, enjoy the beautiful morning, and get this done ASAP. Once I hit the bulk of the crowd, it was strollers, double-wide strollers, and unmanaged children. And no one yields; they literally just push you out of the way, even if you are walking forward, and they come out of nowhere and cut you off.

This was in a sculpture garden at a contemporary art museum in the city. So, once I broke away from that mess, I was surrounded by running, screaming children on the lawn. Terrorizing a goose and her goslings that were trying to beat it across the pond to the island the sculpture was on as fast as possible. I wish I could have too.

I have a plethora of issues, including AuDHD, C-PTSD, and POTS. I am overstimulated and overwhelmed by life in general. For me, leaving my place to venture out is rare and exhausting AF. I work from home, and do not travel very far from home base. I am a 58-year-old spinster with a small dog who lives in the city and will until I die. #Spinstercore

I don't hate children per se, but they really kill a vibe, fast. And the buzz kill parents seem soulless AF. I heard one woman exclaim, "You're such a nut," to her 6-year-old daughter, who was fucking around with some nonsense and was swinging around in a tight crowd instead of telling her to cut it out and why.

Her tone was flat, lifeless, joyless, and exhausted-sounding. I thought I was dead inside, but I am so glad I held the line and never got taken. I am so fine sitting at home, knitting, and making soups while I watch "my shows" with my small dog always by my side, in peace and quiet.

I found the out-of-the-way area where a group of old women were using their walkers to hold their bounty from the food trucks, far away from the chaos, and nodded in respect as I walked away from it all. Feeling solid that I too will one day be eating egg rolls off the seat of my walker chair, in the back of the sculpture garden, on a beautiful day, with my besties.