About a year ago, I had a terrible, horrible, awful very bad morning, at the end of a week that included successive days of excessive heat, being physically assaulted by a program participant, crossing swords with several people in quick succession… and at the end of that week, it’s fair to say, I lost my filter. (I posted about it here.) My pre-frontal cortex went off-line. I ranted, I demanded, I insisted, and I generally went on a verbal rampage that the people on the receiving end of my bazooka blasts did not enjoy. Neither did I, though it must be said that at no point did I raise my voice or indulge in profanity. I know what caused my lapse of self-restraint–too many stressors piling up at once without enough time to decompress between them. The term trigger-stacking applied. Then I saw and heard a person in authority insulting another volunteer, and… thar she blows! I can’t recall another occasion when I have expressed an upset so verbally, but there are other situations where…
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