I took 3 of my students to a mainstream classroom (as I do most days) for reading centers. I felt severe disassociation and it was overwhelming and disturbing. I immediately tried grounding techniques to prevent me from taking off down the halls like I did in high school. I focused on the color of the walls, the curtains, and the things out the window. If someone said my name, I surely didn’t hear it. All I heard was noise and I felt like I was in a trance. The kids were loud, the teacher and resource teacher were loud. The kids typing and reading and laughing were loud. Everything was just loud. But, I stayed. Somehow I stayed. And I didn’t cry. I think my t would be proud. But, I do see how my job may be becoming too much for me. I told my teacher what had happened. She asked if there was anything she could do to help. I almost cried again as I told her no. I didn’t though. She has never in 2 years seen me cry. She cries all the time. We are very different. I’m not sure what to do.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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