I am mentally ill and nobody knows it, unless I tell them. I have had many customer service jobs since i got sick, from many front desk jobs, to pushing wheelchairs, to cashiering. No one knows I have schizoid affective disorder. True, I have outgrown much of it. But even 50 years ago, when it was full blown, people accepted me for who I was. The stigma seems to be in the eyes of the medical profession. They warn us never to tell our boss at work we have mental problems. It could affect the duties we get or our promotions. Everyone at my job at Walgreens knows I am schizophrenic. Last week, I told people in my church I was mentally ill. No one knew. The funny thing is, they treat me the same now as they did before I told them. I’m out of the closet. The stigma is baloney.
Published by Christopher G. Bremicker
Special Forces medic stationed at Ft. Bragg NC from 1968 to 1970. BA English and MBA, both from University of Minnesota. Fisherman, grouse hunter, downhill skier.. Plays handball and reviews theater. Present job at Walgreens in St. Paul MN is forty-sixth job since high school. Hometown is Cable WI. View more posts