Calling in for…

What I should be able to say:

“Hey Boss, I’m having a depressive flare-up and I need to stay home, take meds, and do some things to pull out. I’ll mess something up if I come in today.”

What I’ll have to say:

“I’m sick.”

No, this isn’t a “poor Kitty is depressed” entry. It is a genuine frustration of mine that the truth cannot be told. Would you believe I actually tried at one job? This was many years ago, when I was so sick I was on family medical leave (boy howdy am I glad those days are over), so it was a little more obvious and my employer had to know. Needless to say, it backfired.

It isn’t like I take a ton of days for this; I don’t. The point is that in our society, any kind of mental illness (gah, even I loathe the phrase) is perceived as weak. Yo, ‘topia readers, do I seem weak to you?? Didn’t think so. I have a chronic illness that over many years of struggle has become much, much better. The ups and downs I chronicle here are nothing compared to the disease in my 20s, and rarely require me to take a time out. I happen to think what I’ve done is an amazing feat, and I’m damned proud of myself.

But if I tell…weak.

So screw that. I’ll just tell him I’m sick.

3 Responses to Calling in for…

  1. jr says:

    I simply say I’m not coming in – my Dan-Rather-on-Downers morning voice takes care of the rest. “Oh, you sound awful!” “Yeah, thanks, I know.” “Well, you just stay home and rest up!” “Thanks, I will.”

    Then I go see a movie.

  2. sennoma says:

    Yup, that does suck. I’m about 18 months into what looks like being a rest-of-my-life on meds (for Major Depression). My boss knows, because he’s cool as can be (and it got pretty obvious), but I’m careful who I tell/talk to.

    {frykitty}, and hang in there.

  3. Cat says:

    For what it’s worth, I did tell some truth–I said there was crap going on and stress makes me sick. I’m a pretty good liar, but I don’t like to do it.

    Sennoma: keep fighting.