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Unexpected_Dawn
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I’ve been in a really frustrating, emotionally distressing, and unsupportive situation at work.
To summarize (yes, believe it or not, this is just a summary!)…
It’s basically rooted in the fact that I’m widowed and childless, I have zero privacy or personal space in the office (nowhere to cry!), and I sit right next to a woman who got pregnant about the same time as I was widowed and has just returned from maternity leave. If that’s not the world’s worst seating arrangement, I don’t know what is.
It’s not just that she’s been blessed with a child and I haven’t. I know other women who have, and I am truly happy for them. It’s just her personality and manner. She is a person who really loves attention, and everyone in my office has been only too obliging–including the dept. supervisors. I’ve never witnessed such fuss–you’d think she was the only woman ever to have a child.
I went to my supervisor a couple of months into this whole mess, and I told her how I was feeling. I was already in terrible distress from my grief. I had no way of expressing my emotions. I was new at this job, so I wasn’t eligible for paid leave–I’d already missed quite a lot, so I was also facing financial distress. And on top of it all, I was constantly being bombarded with my coworkers making a big to-do. It was like having salt poured in my wounds, like having my face rubbed in all that I’d lost. I dreaded coming to work everyday, because I knew how hard it would be. My concentration and thinking were severely affected–and my job is very detail-oriented and mentally-strenuous. I was depressed, I wasn’t productive, and that made me feel guilty to boot.
So, I asked my supervisor whether I could move to a different workstation whenever I was having trouble. The answer was no–I’d pretty much expected this, because there really isn’t any free space. But the supervisors gave a different reason… they said they didn’t want to start a precedent of people moving around. As if I was just asking for a whim! I was stunned. She made it sound like even if they could have helped me, they wouldn’t have because it would complicate life for them. That really hurt! I felt so trapped! And as I mentioned above, the supervisors, even knowing what they knew, they were part of the problem!
The hard thing has been that, technically, my coworkers haven’t done anything wrong (although I can think of many ways they might all have been more charitable toward me!). I should also say that for the first week or two after I lost my beloved, my coworkers were very supportive. But after that, and especially after the other woman became pregnant, I was completely ignored. And I had no one to help me! And nowhere to turn my anger or my grief. I just kept everything repressed–I couldn’t find any other option.
I’m mentioning all this now, because while I enjoyed a few peaceful months during my coworker’s maternity leave, she is back now, and things are pretty much no different than they were for the previous 8 months! I’m starting to feel the old anger and distress. And it’s driving me crazy. I know that harboring anger is an express lane to sin. But I don’t know how to get past it!
I’ve made so much progress, but I feel like this situation is dragging me down again!
I mentioned all of this to my confessor a few weeks ago (the day before my coworker returned). I wanted to wipe the slate clean. I felt remorse for my anger. I thought I had really overreacted and taken my pain out on others unfairly. I thought the situation was behind me. My confessor told me that God loves me and that my life was going to be better than I or anyone can even imagine. I believe that. I do. My life is already better in many ways than it was. I feel like I’ve come out of the deepest, darkest valley imaginable. And now I can see the light again… And yet, I am so troubled once more! Sometimes I feel like every little bit of hope and joy I’ve worked so hard to regain is being stamped out.
I don’t know how much longer I can stand this!
What should I do? I do pray about it a lot. I keep hoping that my coworkers will all get over the new mother, just as they got over me. But I feel like the situation is never going to change. If anything changes, I feel like it’s going to have to be up to me or my circumstances. But I feel so helpless. I don’t know what I can do differently.
Although I do know that if any of my other coworkers should be in my shoes (heaven forbid), I am going to do everything in my power to make sure they don’t go through what I have! They’re going to have me to turn to, and me to support them in any way I can. Not to be presumptuous, but if I ever become a saint, I’m going to be the patron saint of grievers in distress.
Sorry for the really long rant, but I can’t keep holding all this in!
Any thoughts or advice?
It’s basically rooted in the fact that I’m widowed and childless, I have zero privacy or personal space in the office (nowhere to cry!), and I sit right next to a woman who got pregnant about the same time as I was widowed and has just returned from maternity leave. If that’s not the world’s worst seating arrangement, I don’t know what is.
It’s not just that she’s been blessed with a child and I haven’t. I know other women who have, and I am truly happy for them. It’s just her personality and manner. She is a person who really loves attention, and everyone in my office has been only too obliging–including the dept. supervisors. I’ve never witnessed such fuss–you’d think she was the only woman ever to have a child.
I went to my supervisor a couple of months into this whole mess, and I told her how I was feeling. I was already in terrible distress from my grief. I had no way of expressing my emotions. I was new at this job, so I wasn’t eligible for paid leave–I’d already missed quite a lot, so I was also facing financial distress. And on top of it all, I was constantly being bombarded with my coworkers making a big to-do. It was like having salt poured in my wounds, like having my face rubbed in all that I’d lost. I dreaded coming to work everyday, because I knew how hard it would be. My concentration and thinking were severely affected–and my job is very detail-oriented and mentally-strenuous. I was depressed, I wasn’t productive, and that made me feel guilty to boot.
So, I asked my supervisor whether I could move to a different workstation whenever I was having trouble. The answer was no–I’d pretty much expected this, because there really isn’t any free space. But the supervisors gave a different reason… they said they didn’t want to start a precedent of people moving around. As if I was just asking for a whim! I was stunned. She made it sound like even if they could have helped me, they wouldn’t have because it would complicate life for them. That really hurt! I felt so trapped! And as I mentioned above, the supervisors, even knowing what they knew, they were part of the problem!
The hard thing has been that, technically, my coworkers haven’t done anything wrong (although I can think of many ways they might all have been more charitable toward me!). I should also say that for the first week or two after I lost my beloved, my coworkers were very supportive. But after that, and especially after the other woman became pregnant, I was completely ignored. And I had no one to help me! And nowhere to turn my anger or my grief. I just kept everything repressed–I couldn’t find any other option.
I’m mentioning all this now, because while I enjoyed a few peaceful months during my coworker’s maternity leave, she is back now, and things are pretty much no different than they were for the previous 8 months! I’m starting to feel the old anger and distress. And it’s driving me crazy. I know that harboring anger is an express lane to sin. But I don’t know how to get past it!
I mentioned all of this to my confessor a few weeks ago (the day before my coworker returned). I wanted to wipe the slate clean. I felt remorse for my anger. I thought I had really overreacted and taken my pain out on others unfairly. I thought the situation was behind me. My confessor told me that God loves me and that my life was going to be better than I or anyone can even imagine. I believe that. I do. My life is already better in many ways than it was. I feel like I’ve come out of the deepest, darkest valley imaginable. And now I can see the light again… And yet, I am so troubled once more! Sometimes I feel like every little bit of hope and joy I’ve worked so hard to regain is being stamped out.
I don’t know how much longer I can stand this!
Although I do know that if any of my other coworkers should be in my shoes (heaven forbid), I am going to do everything in my power to make sure they don’t go through what I have! They’re going to have me to turn to, and me to support them in any way I can. Not to be presumptuous, but if I ever become a saint, I’m going to be the patron saint of grievers in distress.
Sorry for the really long rant, but I can’t keep holding all this in!