I was here a long time ago. I found this community such a helpful resource and it helped me through some of the darkest parts of my life.
Five years ago I was a mental wreck. I heard voices, I was depressed, at times I didn’t want to be here anymore and I went through the biggest fight of my life and now I am in a better place mentally. I’ve managed to get a job, I work as a personal assistant in a firm, good job actually mostly involves me typing, sometimes I’ve got to answer the phone which I find difficult but will do if I have to. Luckily there is another woman there who will usually answer the phone calls.
This last year the firm has expanded. There’s more people on my floor now, doing much the same job as me, some are constantly on the phone and I’m finding this environment different to how it was when I started ten months ago. It’s noisy now, a lot of talking all day. Even when people aren’t on the phone they talk amongst themselves and recently a new girl is sat next to me at her own desk and she’s started making conversation with me. I’m flattered that she even wants to talk, most people tend to ignore me if they can. I’m not big on talking – autism has made me very withdrawn to be honest. But this girl talks to me every day now. I feel bad because she’s giving it her all talking about the weather, her plans for the future, asking about me and I only reply with short sentences or yes and no answers. I want to talk to her more but I don’t know how to. I’m used to short conversations and short one worded answers to questions.
This is one of my worst fears at work come true. Smalltalk. A busier environment. These are all things my anxiety made me over think originally and now it’s actually happened and is happening every week day is becoming a struggle for me.
During the day I’ll take breaks, quickly go outside and just stand there for five and breathe, the bosses are fine with me doing this. One of my bosses, Suzanne, is really nice to me and understanding of my autism. I think someone she knows has it as she told me she doesn’t but has lived direct experience, so I guess maybe a child of hers has it.
I have thought of talking to her about this and my worries but I don’t want to cause a fuss and also I don’t think there’s much can be done. I can’t force everyone of the 6th floor just because I’m autistic.
I worry this will begin to trigger my mental health problems again. I never want to go to that place again... but I worry the stress will set it off again. It’s been five years. Five good years without any mental problems. I’ve been in a good place all that time and I don’t want anything ruining it for me.
I’ve got to get to work now so if anyone replies, thanks in advance, and I will reply later when I’m home.