I gave up my whole life for this place. I walked away from all the projects I was involved in, people who depended on me, my friends, my dad. I moved over 2000km and three provinces away. I never could have prepared myself for the hell these people would put me through.
My life has been hard enough, and I’ve made it this far, but now trapped in this hellhole, too much pride to walk away but no fucking dignity left…I just don’t want to wake up anymore.
I used to love my job, I worked so hard, so fucking hard. Only to be kicked in the teeth again and again.
All I’ve ever wanted to do is help people, and live in some relative peace, have some fun in life. I spent my childhood struggling against the tyranny of my mother and stepfather, putting me down every fucking day and trying to convince me I was the worst and most evil girl who ever lived.
I never knew how to be a girl. When I started dressing like one at age 18, everything went downhill. A few days before Christmas, when I was 21, my brother beat me very badly and I was kicked out of my house. I stayed with someone I thought was a friend and he drugged and raped me. That’s how I lost my virginity.
It has taken years to get any sense of sexual self-confidence and it’s evident to me now that I still don’t have any….but they’ve taken away my privacy, stripped me naked in my own workplace and I must face them every day and management does not care about the brutal psychological blow that has been dealt to me by their staff.
I dated a man on and off for a year, I loved his daughters like my own, we were together almost every day. I cannot describe the betrayal and disgust to find out he had been ruthlessly badmouthing me behind my back to dozens of my co-workers who lapped it up like hungry animals. They loved every second of my denigration and humiliation. They laughed mightily at my expense. It couldn’t have been worse if he had filmed us and showed it to everyone. The end result is the same. A man who doesn’t even work for my company but comes in a few times a week told me he knew everything about me sexually, thanks to this man I loved and trusted. A large group of co-workers would carry on conversation about how disgusting it is that I don’t wax my ***** and came up with a nasty nickname for me that was written on the wall in the men’s washroom.
One of my superiors offered me a transfer, as though I am the one at fault. I am the one to blame, I deserved it, and should retreat in shame, back to where I came from like they’ve always wanted.
I don’t know how to come back from this, I’ve been stabbed in the back before but I have never experienced such brutal bullying since school, and they never had ammunition about the sex acts I’d be willing to perform on a man or what my body looked like naked.
If I didn’t show up for work I’m sure my body wouldn’t be found for days because they wouldn’t care. As they laughed at my degradation they would laugh at my death. It would please them. I don’t want to do it for their benefit, but I just don’t feel like living anymore. It’s just not worth it.  The only release I have is thinking about how I could end my life. It calms me.Â
No matter how good I am to people I will always be treated like a piece of garbage and there is no light at the end of that tunnel. I wish I could love myself and carry on, for the few people in existence who do care about me, but they can’t take away my pain and my shame. Only death can.
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Hello. Sounds like you work in hell. Please, as hard as this may sound and be, don’t let your environment dictate your life. Without ugliness in our life we couldn’t fully recognize and appreciate beauty. Sounds like you’re about to be able to recognize more beauty than most.
You probably already know this and/or don’t feel like hearing it, but… You have so much to offer people. With your obviously strong desire to help people and the ugliness that has been a part of your life, the potential is awesome! Bullies suck. But the pain they bring into one’s life can be very valuable for people like you. Use their negative actions to create positive in other’s lives. To experience the pain of the world is to know and be able to relate to others in pain. How else could you be of help?
But, get the hell out of there. Look to a new adventure somewhere else. Leave a dignified letter to the folks that will make them think and think hard. Moving on in this case isn’t quiting or giving in. You’ve learned what you needed to learn there. Mission accomplished.
Begin to envision where you want to be and make some effort towards getting their. A small step is huge because that means you have started. Even if you’re not sure what step to take. Take it. A positive idea is a step. Feed off of it. Find your peace in knowing you have made the victories a part of your life by taking that step, even if you sure can’t see the victory just yet. It has become a part of your life. Continue. One more step. Eventually you realize how huge these small steps were.
One more step…