Companies should have a MANDATORY class for managers that explains mental illnesses, their signs and how to help employees that have them.

This is very important. I have very bad anxiety, like I should by all accounts be on medication but I can’t afford my medicine – I can barely afford to pay my bills right now. And while at work, an evironment became so bad that I had a VERY PUBLIC anxiety attack. Tge managers at the time went all hands on deck to try and help me calm down by getting me someplace quiet, talking in soft, calm tones and even getting me some water and letting me take my time to get past the attack.

About three weeks later, all but two of those managers are gone.

Yesterday while at work, I once again got put into a situation that triggered the start of an attack, and one manager was trying to calm me down in the proper way, but one in particukar was being rude and condescending and brushing off the fact that my anxiety level was so high. HE EVEN IMPLIED THAT I WAS DOING IT FOR FUCKING ATTENTION. His reaction only made it worse.

Managers need to respect their employees and take it seriously when told that an employee has a mental illness, even if it’s in private, it needs to be taken seriously and managers need to understand how to HELP us, not belittle us for something we have no real control over.

I am tagging my own mental illnesses, but please feel free to add more. This isn’t just for a select few, but for all mental illness. We deserve to have a safe environment for our mental health, not just our physical health.

Sundays w/Spideypool #38

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From @ships-galore:: 

Peter’s anxiety gets the best of his spidey senses one day and freaks him out. 

(This got fluffy and maybe off topic, idk. I hope you like it!)

SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST HERE

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“Spidey!” Wade found Peter on their usual rooftop, and held up a bag of hamburgers proudly. “I got food! Good greasy shit too. Should bring pimples to your ridiculously perfect skin and do wonders for my self esteem so we should– we should-”

He stopped talking when he took a closer look at the web-crawler, just now seeing that Peter had his hands clasped over his ears, his head between his knees.

“Spidey?” Wade put the burgers down and jogged over to him. “Pete?” he whispered once he got closer and his voice wouldn’t carry. “Pete, what’s wrong?” 

He tugged at Peter’s wrist lightly at first, and then harder when Peter didn’t budge. “Hey hey hey, talk to me. What’s going on?” 

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