I turn 18 on Monday (the 8th). My family life has been an absolute wreck show and it has caused a lot of stress on me. The TLDR of that context is my mom was an alcoholic and my dad kicked me out of my house. Obviously, that has caused some pretty hefty grief on me.
I miss my family. For those of you that are worried, I am staying with my partner’s family. They are wonderful, but they aren’t the same. On top of the family drama, I have severe anxiety and depression already. It sucks.
I recently got a job to try and kickstart my life. I’ve had jobs before this one as an attempt to combat my depression and it’s worked pretty well. This one was perfect, too. Great starting wage (especially at 17), hours I can get behind, and really welcoming coworkers.
During my interview I mentioned I have severe mental health issues, explicitly saying that they might get in the way.
My interviewers said that they would be willing to work it out with me so it wouldnt be an issue.
A key thing about this company is that they are a food company hired to feed another company’s employees, but because of quarantine there weren’t many people in the office. That included chefs.
Unfortunately, my mental health was an issue as I had started getting awful stress-induced anxiety attacks AT WORK, and my medication to help combat them was struggling to work. I was told that I can take small breaks to recover from them and I even stopped taking lunch breaks to compensate for the time.
In their defence, these anxiety attacks were happening pretty frequently, at least twice a week. I still feel very bad about it.
Insert today. I start having a terrible panic attack 2 hours into my shift. I’m talking, I-want-to-peel-my-skin-off terrible. I sat in the bathroom on the verge of throwing up for 30 minutes.
Right as it started I texted my boss to let him know where I am, worried that they’d think I went home in an attempt to get out of work. He responded “Chill out and work through it.”
So everything was fine, right?
I then get a text telling me to go to his office when I can. When I get in there, which I was expecting another conversation about how they’re worried about me, I sit down and he tells me to suck it up. My bad, he said “wrap it up.” I was still shaking at that point and he looked me in the eyes and said I need to get over it.
I was over it. I decided that, in order to save my sanity and work on myself, that I needed to leave. I took off my uniform, grabbed my water and bag, and left.
Part of me is proud of myself for standing up for what I need, but I also feel slightly bad. Am I in the wrong?