I'm glad you stood up for yourself. I'm so sorry that happened to you

I remember this happening to me sometimes in grad school though luckily there were restrooms at the end of the hall or upstairs or downstairs a flight if I wanted to run into fewer people I knew. I had mentioned the anxiety/depression (as it was then diagnosed) to my 2 advisors, though I am not sure if we had official disability papers to request, or if it was even considered a disability then. Once I realized I hated the lab work, it was worse, or if my professor got mad at the way an article was written or bawled out the entire lab for breaking expensive equipment, one a piece I primarily used and trained people on and I hadn't used it lately, knew I couldn't be at fault, but no one would own up. This equipment was used by the dean & her lab and shared reluctantly with ours (on a different floor in an isolated room). No one would own up to it, and the professor gave me a super-long, nearly accusatory lecture on it and how I had trained these others, but they'd been using it at least 6 months and were training others on it, but I guess as the primary trainer, I was seen as most at fault. God, that was awful.

I went to the restroom and cried and cried. Two of the girls from the lab (who didn't use this equipment) did come and comfort me because I had gotten yelled at so much.

Talk about a bad day at work.