Question:
Well I haven’t had a chance to post since my good day happened, but have been glad to see the good posts from several people! I know I am new here…so for the people who don’t know my story I will give the Reader’s Digest version of it. I work as a Corrections Officer, and at work one day I had a severe asthma attack that caused me to be hauled out of the prison by ambulance. Now for some people that doesn’t seem like a trauma I am sure, but the training I have been through has made it a bad thing to show weakness to inmates. Since it was such a public show of my personal weakness…and due to the fact that I honestly thought I was going to die there..I have been suffering from a TON of different things. I have been diagnosed with PTSD Panic Disorder, and Moderate Depression. I also have side effects of clausterphobia and agoraphobia. I rarely leave my home (it is my safe zone) and when I do, it is usually cause for a panic attack. Because the asthma attack was caused by bleach fumes in an enclosed area that I was unable to leave because of my job, it has been a variety of things I have become afraid of. Lets just suffice it to say that the prison itself is a HUGE trigger. The work comp end of the situation has been slow at best…and the agency I work for has gotten so confused that they hardly know what to do anymore. Here is the problem recently… the personnel officer has gotten in some kind of ‘pissing match’ with administration, and somehow my case is caught in the middle of it. Sooooooo now that you are caught up a little…let me tell you about my biggest success so far! On Friday, I got a call from my husband (who works at the same facility I do) saying that yet ANOTHER person had been told I was denied shared leave *if you run out of leave, others can donate their excess to you if you are approved* and we had the letter stating AGAIN that I was approved. I decided that this was my last straw. I made an appointment to meet with the warden and the Chief of Security about the problems that were arising inside the facility (they have no control over the shared leave). Now realize, I had to go to the prison for this meeting. I spent all day deciding exactly what I wanted to discuss. Needless to say once I got there, the panic had set in to a point that I had NO IDEA what I was planning to say. My husband went along with me, but I managed to do well enough that his input was minimum…I fought my own battle. After 4 months I finally got my turn to show them what was going on. Something more than just a report from a dr on paper that doesn’t tell them a damn thing. The warden (whom I could care less about his opinion) tried to act interested…but mainly was fighting a nap at the time. But the person I really wanted to make the impact on was the Major. He is essentially the officer in charge of my job, and he is the one that I wanted to make sure was up to speed…the warden was just kind of there because it was expected. I did it…I haven’t felt near as hopeful as this in months. I honestly feel as if a load has been taken off my shoulders. I think with a little more work, I could return to work sooner than I expected. Do I think I am cured? NO….not by a long shot, but I feel more convinced that it can be done than a week ago. The meds seem to be doing good and I see a psychiatrist on Friday for the first time…so we will see how things go from there. Just wanted to share my success! Robin * Sent from RemarQ http://www.remarq.com The Internet’s Discussion Network * The fastest and easiest way to search and participate in Usenet – Free!
Response:
Robin- Wow. I am proud of you. That was definately a big success for you. Standing up for yourself can be really hard, especially if you have to face some of your biggest fears in doing so. You did a great job! Good luck at the psychiatrists. I hope that works out well for you. les. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Just wanted to share my success! Robin * Sent from RemarQ http://www.remarq.com The Internet’s Discussion Network * The fastest and easiest way to search and participate in Usenet – Free!
Response:
Hi Robin! Great news! Another success story. You have strength you didn’t even know you had, or knew and couldn’t muster it up until now. I am very proud of you!!! {{{Robin}}} Let us know how your pdoc appt. goes. Di
Response:
HI Robin! Well done on standing up for yourself. It can be a really hard thing to do in situations like that. Keep fighting!! And keep letting us know how things are going. Warm wishes Sandra – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Well I haven’t had a chance to post since my good day happened, but have been glad to see the good posts from several people! I know I am new here…so for the people who don’t know my story I will give the Reader’s Digest version of it. I work as a Corrections Officer, and at work one day I had a severe asthma attack that caused me to be hauled out of the prison by ambulance. Now for some people that doesn’t seem like a trauma I am sure, but the training I have been through has made it a bad thing to show weakness to inmates. Since it was such a public show of my personal weakness…and due to the fact that I honestly thought I was going to die there..I have been suffering from a TON of different things. I have been diagnosed with PTSD Panic Disorder, and Moderate Depression. I also have side effects of clausterphobia and agoraphobia. I rarely leave my home (it is my safe zone) and when I do, it is usually cause for a panic attack. Because the asthma attack was caused by bleach fumes in an enclosed area that I was unable to leave because of my job, it has been a variety of things I have become afraid of. Lets just suffice it to say that the prison itself is a HUGE trigger. The work comp end of the situation has been slow at best…and the agency I work for has gotten so confused that they hardly know what to do anymore. Here is the problem recently… the personnel officer has gotten in some kind of ‘pissing match’ with administration, and somehow my case is caught in the middle of it. Sooooooo now that you are caught up a little…let me tell you about my biggest success so far! On Friday, I got a call from my husband (who works at the same facility I do) saying that yet ANOTHER person had been told I was denied shared leave *if you run out of leave, others can donate their excess to you if you are approved* and we had the letter stating AGAIN that I was approved. I decided that this was my last straw. I made an appointment to meet with the warden and the Chief of Security about the problems that were arising inside the facility (they have no control over the shared leave). Now realize, I had to go to the prison for this meeting. I spent all day deciding exactly what I wanted to discuss. Needless to say once I got there, the panic had set in to a point that I had NO IDEA what I was planning to say. My husband went along with me, but I managed to do well enough that his input was minimum…I fought my own battle. After 4 months I finally got my turn to show them what was going on. Something more than just a report from a dr on paper that doesn’t tell them a damn thing. The warden (whom I could care less about his opinion) tried to act interested…but mainly was fighting a nap at the time. But the person I really wanted to make the impact on was the Major. He is essentially the officer in charge of my job, and he is the one that I wanted to make sure was up to speed…the warden was just kind of there because it was expected. I did it…I haven’t felt near as hopeful as this in months. I honestly feel as if a load has been taken off my shoulders. I think with a little more work, I could return to work sooner than I expected. Do I think I am cured? NO….not by a long shot, but I feel more convinced that it can be done than a week ago. The meds seem to be doing good and I see a psychiatrist on Friday for the first time…so we will see how things go from there. Just wanted to share my success! Robin * Sent from RemarQ http://www.remarq.com The Internet’s Discussion Network * The fastest and easiest way to search and participate in Usenet – Free!
Response:
That’s great! (I make a list in advance when I am going somewhere where I know I may forget things.) Before you buy.
Response:
Congratulations on your success Robin!! I hope you can return to work soon!!! — <//< Cynthia / Southern California "For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of His good pleasure" Philippians 2:13
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Well I haven’t had a chance to post since my good day happened, but have been glad to see the good posts from several people! I know I am new here…so for the people who don’t know my story I will give the Reader’s Digest version of it. I work as a Corrections Officer, and at work one day I had a severe asthma attack that caused me to be hauled out of the prison by ambulance. Now for some people that doesn’t seem like a trauma I am sure, but the training I have been through has made it a bad thing to show weakness to inmates. Since it was such a public show of my personal weakness…and due to the fact that I honestly thought I was going to die there..I have been suffering from a TON of different things. I have been diagnosed with PTSD Panic Disorder, and Moderate Depression. I also have side effects of clausterphobia and agoraphobia. I rarely leave my home (it is my safe zone) and when I do, it is usually cause for a panic attack. Because the asthma attack was caused by bleach fumes in an enclosed area that I was unable to leave because of my job, it has been a variety of things I have become afraid of. Lets just suffice it to say that the prison itself is a HUGE trigger. The work comp end of the situation has been slow at best…and the agency I work for has gotten so confused that they hardly know what to do anymore. Here is the problem recently… the personnel officer has gotten in some kind of ‘pissing match’ with administration, and somehow my case is caught in the middle of it. Sooooooo now that you are caught up a little…let me tell you about my biggest success so far! On Friday, I got a call from my husband (who works at the same facility I do) saying that yet ANOTHER person had been told I was denied shared leave *if you run out of leave, others can donate their excess to you if you are approved* and we had the letter stating AGAIN that I was approved. I decided that this was my last straw. I made an appointment to meet with the warden and the Chief of Security about the problems that were arising inside the facility (they have no control over the shared leave). Now realize, I had to go to the prison for this meeting. I spent all day deciding exactly what I wanted to discuss. Needless to say once I got there, the panic had set in to a point that I had NO IDEA what I was planning to say. My husband went along with me, but I managed to do well enough that his input was minimum…I fought my own battle. After 4 months I finally got my turn to show them what was going on. Something more than just a report from a dr on paper that doesn’t tell them a damn thing. The warden (whom I could care less about his opinion) tried to act interested…but mainly was fighting a nap at the time. But the person I really wanted to make the impact on was the Major. He is essentially the officer in charge of my job, and he is the one that I wanted to make sure was up to speed…the warden was just kind of there because it was expected. I did it…I haven’t felt near as hopeful as this in months. I honestly feel as if a load has been taken off my shoulders. I think with a little more work, I could return to work sooner than I expected. Do I think I am cured? NO….not by a long shot, but I feel more convinced that it can be done than a week ago. The meds seem to be doing good and I see a psychiatrist on Friday for the first time…so we will see how things go from there. Just wanted to share my success! Robin * Sent from RemarQ http://www.remarq.com The Internet’s Discussion Network * The fastest and easiest way to search and participate in Usenet – Free!
Response:
Great news Robin!!! You did it, you stood up for yourself and accomplished a major success. It looks like things are going your way now, and I’m glad that you feel so much better. Good luck at the P-doc on Friday. Hugs Debby 
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Well I haven’t had a chance to post since my good day happened, but have been glad to see the good posts from several people! I know I am new here…so for the people who don’t know my story I will give the Reader’s Digest version of it. I work as a Corrections Officer, and at work one day I had a severe asthma attack that caused me to be hauled out of the prison by ambulance. Now for some people that doesn’t seem like a trauma I am sure, but the training I have been through has made it a bad thing to show weakness to inmates. Since it was such a public show of my personal weakness…and due to the fact that I honestly thought I was going to die there..I have been suffering from a TON of different things. I have been diagnosed with PTSD Panic Disorder, and Moderate Depression. I also have side effects of clausterphobia and agoraphobia. I rarely leave my home (it is my safe zone) and when I do, it is usually cause for a panic attack. Because the asthma attack was caused by bleach fumes in an enclosed area that I was unable to leave because of my job, it has been a variety of things I have become afraid of. Lets just suffice it to say that the prison itself is a HUGE trigger. The work comp end of the situation has been slow at best…and the agency I work for has gotten so confused that they hardly know what to do anymore. Here is the problem recently… the personnel officer has gotten in some kind of ‘pissing match’ with administration, and somehow my case is caught in the middle of it. Sooooooo now that you are caught up a little…let me tell you about my biggest success so far! On Friday, I got a call from my husband (who works at the same facility I do) saying that yet ANOTHER person had been told I was denied shared leave *if you run out of leave, others can donate their excess to you if you are approved* and we had the letter stating AGAIN that I was approved. I decided that this was my last straw. I made an appointment to meet with the warden and the Chief of Security about the problems that were arising inside the facility (they have no control over the shared leave). Now realize, I had to go to the prison for this meeting. I spent all day deciding exactly what I wanted to discuss. Needless to say once I got there, the panic had set in to a point that I had NO IDEA what I was planning to say. My husband went along with me, but I managed to do well enough that his input was minimum…I fought my own battle. After 4 months I finally got my turn to show them what was going on. Something more than just a report from a dr on paper that doesn’t tell them a damn thing. The warden (whom I could care less about his opinion) tried to act interested…but mainly was fighting a nap at the time. But the person I really wanted to make the impact on was the Major. He is essentially the officer in charge of my job, and he is the one that I wanted to make sure was up to speed…the warden was just kind of there because it was expected. I did it…I haven’t felt near as hopeful as this in months. I honestly feel as if a load has been taken off my shoulders. I think with a little more work, I could return to work sooner than I expected. Do I think I am cured? NO….not by a long shot, but I feel more convinced that it can be done than a week ago. The meds seem to be doing good and I see a psychiatrist on Friday for the first time…so we will see how things go from there. Just wanted to share my success! Robin * Sent from RemarQ http://www.remarq.com The Internet’s Discussion Network * The fastest and easiest way to search and participate in Usenet – Free!
If you like this post and would like to receive updates from this blog, please subscribe our feed.