Sometimes life can be hard. 130Please respect copyright.PENANAPUI509c4Ap
We all have our good days and bad days; days you feel on top of the world, like we are invincible, and others where you cry in a corner, wishing to be invisible.130Please respect copyright.PENANAU9SJJB5V20
Why do we feel this way? Is it because we are not good enough? Or do the people around us, knowingly or unknowingly, contribute to our torture?130Please respect copyright.PENANAtuuTFSUjUc
Feelings are a fickle thing. People will tell me that I am too emotional, not emotional enough, and that I need to get a grip because the "real world" doesn't care about my struggles. I don't need anyone to care about me and my struggles; I just want to understand and feel understood. Hearing the phrase, "Everybody has a little bit of ADHD and Autism in them," from my manager when I tell him that I am struggling to concentrate, or that I can't handle the noise, smell, the feeling of my uniform on my skin, and lights because it is giving me sensory overload, makes me feel diminished and like I am not understood. I am only diagnosed with ADHD, but I hear him say the same about Autism as well. When the topic arises, I feel my chest constrict as I wonder:130Please respect copyright.PENANAC4eEHwkmUW
"When will I feel understood for who I am?" and "How much longer must I hide behind the mask of who I really am?"130Please respect copyright.PENANAQSGdZmw04f
Maybe someday, in this job or the next. All I know is:130Please respect copyright.PENANAPsNKlddDDl
I am struggling in my work life.130Please respect copyright.PENANACr5SyRWvlK
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