Thanks, OE. It does take courage for me to go out. I'm avoiding one store due to real reasons, but my coworkers are now whispering about that behind me. Not out if earshot, so I know they're going in for the salt-crusted knife in the back. None of these people were ever once personally affected by my panic disorder, even though it did blow up at work once. The guys on the shift who saw my meltdown have been decent; it's this other shift now, being cruel. I pity them, at the same time I both understand I have to make them feel safe on the job, but I'm wearying of it always being a one way street. They say they have to walk on eggshells around me, but of course that's a laugh. Common workplace and company rules don't include eggshells just professionalism. I don't see how their being forced to not make fun of me constitutes walking on eggshells.
(Sigh).