I always hate it when people are all βso do you go to school, or are you working, orβ and I either have to
make up some lie, or
eventually get around to βI am not working because of depression/anxiety,β and subsequently have to deal with whatever bullshit-riddled and completely unsolicited opinions on mental illness this stranger feels obligated to share with me.
So my therapist was like, βYou donβt have to do either. You can just say you havenβt worked in a while because youβre recovering from an illness.β
I tried it when the home inspector was here today, and it fucking worked. He was like, βoh, Iβm sorry, are you doing better now,β and Iβm like yeah, and donβt worry, itβs not contagious, awkward laugh, and we moved on.
MY THERAPIST. IS A GENIUS. Because it is an illness, so itβs not a lie to say that, and itβs also none of his business to know specifically what it is, and I clearly donβt want to give more details, so we should move on from this topic. MY THERAPIST IS A GODDAMN GENIUS.
Dude I needed this. I never know what to say when people ask if I work because Iβm severely disabled and donβt work.















