I’ve written before about earning the nickname of The Part Time Part Timer at work.
I made a flexible working request with my boss, who was brilliant and let me work from home as much as I deemed necessary without another word, so long as I was taking good care of my body and managing my pain.
It means I’ve been out of the office a lot more, seeing a lot less of even my colleagues on the field.
My boss tells me I should care about me and not what anyone else thinks of me, because my life is no-one’s business. He’s right of course, but I’m a born worrier.
I decided to try and take control of how rubbish the ill-informed jest made me feel. I know no harm is meant but that still doesn’t give such words the right to make me feel so bad.
So I decided to be honest. To share the details that would otherwise be missing from colleagues understanding about my absences from the office.
Someone asked me for some paperwork I hadn’t seen. I couldn’t find what they asked for. They said it was time sensitive and asked “Do you mind if I have a look? You might not have seen it…”
I moved back and started to say: “Of course not!” when they finished “…because you’re never here.”
My defense tightened in my chest. I knew they meant it in a light-hearted way but enough. I had the right to speak a truth they might not be aware of.
“Actually, I’ve had to work from home a lot more because I’m finding I’m in more and more pain.”
But they were talking again before I’d even finished the sentence.
“Oh, I shouldn’t have said that.”
That told me they weren’t really listening, batting my words away.
And why would they do that? I can only surmise it’s because the truth made them uncomfortable. I wonder if I’m supposed to feel apologetic. Because I don’t. My life, its ever increasing limitations make me uncomfortable every damn day. It’s only right to let that be the truth. I have to deal with it, it’s not my problem if others cannot.