The guy I work for gossiped about me to his friend, told his friend my diagnosis, and the grief over why I go see a psychologist, and then the other day that guy gave me my tax documents, and was so stupid he gave me only 2 out of the 4 sheets. I had to confront my boss, and my boss denied it. I told him that "This isn't up for debate., your friend took the papers from your wife, ruffled through though them, and handed me half the documents I was suppose to get."


Next time I came to work his wife had depression on her face from me confronting him with just cause. He had no right to have my papers with my SS number on them. I hope that guy feels awkward about me from now on because if he ever tries to get in my business I'm going to make it weird for everybody in the room.


There was no hiding my illness from work, because it effects my sleep so much. But one day a worker tried to patch a stress crack that was 5 ft long with an oil based putty. I gave a sigh and it couldn't be fixed because it wouldn't be dry enough to apply stress crack tape. Anyways, she mentioned to the new employee that "he needs his meds". Then he said it to me, and then she told him to be quiet, because that blew her cover.


Things are fine now, but if youre under stress, or low on sleep, people will target your illness and gossip. I let my roommate go through my dating profile, and she wanted to write the name of my book in my dating profile so that they'd see I was an author, but, god, I can only imagine what a potential date would say when they stumble across my blog, where much of my writing is, and see I'm schizoaffective.


"Yeah, Stephen, you're so courageous for coming out as a schizoaffective!" said no potential date ever. My therapist said to tell a girlfriend after 4 years, no biggie. but if they want kids, I have to tell them. I could give my own child schizophrenia, and that worries the **** out of me. I don't know if I could live with that.