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Show 93 I've obviously done." I hear my own sarcastic insulting, intentional for the moment, and it is feeling good to intentionally insult them. "They may very well be insecure," she is saying. "They don't know everything. But they can't admit that to a patient." "I'm sorry," I am saying. I am repenting of my anger and my sarcasm and my insulting but only a little. My anger at them must somehow balance this pain they have caused me. If only for a minute. We talk more and gradually peace is returning. "Even if it were true - and I don't think it is - that you were somehow splitting the staff," she is saying, "it would be wrong for you to be treated this way." I am nodding in agreement. People with psychological disorders and mental illness deserve treatment and respect, not judgement and gossip and condemnation. "I'll be back tomorrow," Faith is saying, "and we'll come up with some ideas together." Perhaps it is not a coincidence that my hair is also red. |
