scheherazade_79
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At the end of the day I'd made my mind up to do it.
Yes, I went in to work.
It took me until 8.30 to decide in a state of mind that was hovering between tears, tantrums and full-on sprints to the bathroom.
I made it through the day with the aid of a butt-plug, brown pants clamped shut with bicycle clips, Immodium and sheer bloody-minded determination, and despite being stuck behind a tractor, screeched through the school gates just as the morning bell was ringing.
It was more than a bit of a culture shock. I understand what people mean when they say it's hard to go back to work after being away for a long time. There was too much noise, too much movement, too many voices and too many heavy faces.
Five minutes into my day, my line manager came into my classroom and dumped sixty (yes, that's 60) reports on my desk. When she asked me to complete them by tomorrow, I laughed. I really thought it was some kind of welcome-back prank. Then she walked off and I realised she was serious, after all.
No fucking way. Even when I'm well, my limit is around 8 in a day.
So I picked up a couple and decided to have some fun with them. Remember my reports on the Simply Spit Out Venom Thread? Well, those are now sitting on my line manager's desk. I only did 5. I figured that was enough to get my point across.
I'm still shitting through the eye of a needle, but I feel a million times better than I did in the early hours today. Thank you for all the hugs and good wishes on the Isolated Blurt thread
So there we go - it's one mountain climbed, and another one to climb tomorrow. Then I'm all done.
There were lots of reasons why I did this, but at the end of the day it boiled down to self-respect. I haven't done anything wrong in all this, so why the hell should I be running away?

Yes, I went in to work.
It took me until 8.30 to decide in a state of mind that was hovering between tears, tantrums and full-on sprints to the bathroom.
I made it through the day with the aid of a butt-plug, brown pants clamped shut with bicycle clips, Immodium and sheer bloody-minded determination, and despite being stuck behind a tractor, screeched through the school gates just as the morning bell was ringing.
It was more than a bit of a culture shock. I understand what people mean when they say it's hard to go back to work after being away for a long time. There was too much noise, too much movement, too many voices and too many heavy faces.
Five minutes into my day, my line manager came into my classroom and dumped sixty (yes, that's 60) reports on my desk. When she asked me to complete them by tomorrow, I laughed. I really thought it was some kind of welcome-back prank. Then she walked off and I realised she was serious, after all.
No fucking way. Even when I'm well, my limit is around 8 in a day.
So I picked up a couple and decided to have some fun with them. Remember my reports on the Simply Spit Out Venom Thread? Well, those are now sitting on my line manager's desk. I only did 5. I figured that was enough to get my point across.
I'm still shitting through the eye of a needle, but I feel a million times better than I did in the early hours today. Thank you for all the hugs and good wishes on the Isolated Blurt thread

So there we go - it's one mountain climbed, and another one to climb tomorrow. Then I'm all done.
There were lots of reasons why I did this, but at the end of the day it boiled down to self-respect. I haven't done anything wrong in all this, so why the hell should I be running away?
