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AngelofFunk
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27 Jan 2017, 1:10 pm

i'm feeler lower than usual and i just don't want to be around people, everyone hates everyone. but i have to make money and i have no choice.



Joe90
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27 Jan 2017, 1:56 pm

I often feel the same. I only do part-time, but the thought of there becoming a time when I might have to do full-time (for financial reasons in the future) does fill me with panic and anxiety. It's not laziness. It's just anxiety. But it's one of the issues that nobody understands. People just say ''most people have to do full-time, they don't have a choice''. So I suppose the same rules have to apply to me. As a part-timer, I always wonder how people emotionally cope with full-time work. Just doing repetitive tasks for hours, several days a week. Where I work some people do long days, where they are working from about 7 in the morning to about 9 at night, which is 14 hours altogether, and they can't get out of it because they need the money. If I had to do that, my anxiety levels would be sky-high, even though I take antidepressants. But my anxiety isn't just an anxiety that can be cured with meds, it is a disorder, and part of my ASD and/or ADHD. It's horrible being in this situation because I am too high-functioning and ''normal'' to qualify for any disability benefit to help me financially, but my disorder does hold me back from coping fully in the wide world. But the government don't understand that. According to them, if you can walk, talk and make decisions for yourself, then you are 100% able to go to work full-time.


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27 Jan 2017, 10:33 pm

I feel that way most of the time. It's worse when several people have to be swarming around talking where I'm working. Some of them talk way too loud and I can count on having a headache every single day. I find some comfort by holding the thought that I can always quit at any time. I doubt I will, but I feel less trapped knowing I can.

At the end of the day, a drink helps the headache fade. I look forward to the brief weekends where I can hide from the noise and chaos. Then I do it all over again.