RozieHolland
Peer Supporter
I just wrote a letter to a colleaque who is addicted to drugs and gambling. He also lies all the time.
It is hard for me to work with him, because I am very angry at him, he throws away his life.
This has to do with my 2 younger brothers who died of drugs at 21 and 24.
Now he wants to quit his addiction, he is afraid to become very ill.
I promised him to help wherever I can. (I am a social worker - not practicing at this moment)
Now I am afraid that he does not want believe me, because I am a colleaque.
And that's an issue.
I'M AFRAID OF NOT BEING BELIEVED
This I encounter throughout my life.
I was discharged in my first job after 10 years of work. My boss at that time was trying to have a relation with me while he was married. I said no. Then he played a dirty game and I had to go.
I never told the real reason because they would not believe me.
I dared not tell my mother that my father has sexually abused me.
She always said; I am glad your father does not do such a thing.
When I told it anyway, hell broke loose.
I feel that she has always known it and that's why she was so firmly in its judgment.
Is this why I kept my mouth: afraid of not being believed?
Or I kept my mouth for not hurting my father?
Maybe both?
With love, Rozie.
It is hard for me to work with him, because I am very angry at him, he throws away his life.
This has to do with my 2 younger brothers who died of drugs at 21 and 24.
Now he wants to quit his addiction, he is afraid to become very ill.
I promised him to help wherever I can. (I am a social worker - not practicing at this moment)
Now I am afraid that he does not want believe me, because I am a colleaque.
And that's an issue.
I'M AFRAID OF NOT BEING BELIEVED
This I encounter throughout my life.
I was discharged in my first job after 10 years of work. My boss at that time was trying to have a relation with me while he was married. I said no. Then he played a dirty game and I had to go.
I never told the real reason because they would not believe me.
I dared not tell my mother that my father has sexually abused me.
She always said; I am glad your father does not do such a thing.
When I told it anyway, hell broke loose.
I feel that she has always known it and that's why she was so firmly in its judgment.
Is this why I kept my mouth: afraid of not being believed?
Or I kept my mouth for not hurting my father?
Maybe both?
With love, Rozie.