No Shame

I talked to the assistant to the President of the University this afternoon. Before I can have an appointment with the President, I have to talk to the Dean and the Provost. I also have to basically accept responsibility for not being able to do a proper internship. He didn’t say that exactly that way, but he did keep asking why I wasn’t told sooner that I couldn’t do the internship because of my disability. He kept asking why I didn’t let them know about my problems, which is BS because I did let them know about my problems. I may have let them know TOO MUCH about my problems. I’ve never been one to not talk about my psych issues. I’m not ashamed of them. I’ve never felt any reason to be ashamed of them. A psych problem is like diabetes or heart disease. You don’t choose to have it. All you can choose to do is to try to keep it under control.

I called ADAP again today because of the SWK program thing. Hopefully, my advocate/lawyer will have advice for me. I need someone on my side.

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Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.

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