Anxiety
comes in many forms and mine is no different.
My last CBT
session is on Monday and it will be somewhat sad occasion as I have come to
really get something out of these appointments with someone whom I have connected
with in a good way. Unfortunately she is moving on and the government only
allows six sittings at a time.
My
therapist suggests I have a form of PTSD from being bullied at various
workplaces and on top of that I am British born and bred.
So what
does being born and bred in Britain
mean? Well for starters I was brought up in an era where good manners,
politeness and respect for other people and property were the norm.
I wouldn’t
dream of telling a police officer to “fuck off” nor would I steal from anyone.
It is just the way it was back then. These days very few people care about how
their actions affect others and hence my problem. Although I can only control
my own actions it is extremely frustrating to see others showing total disrespect
for other people and property.
We allow
refugees into our countries only to find that a majority are disgusting cretins
who have no desire to fit in yet will take all the assistance they can and
expect to live the way they did before. Then they are demanding that we change
to suit them and their culture.
I was
brought up to respect all people; however in this day and age of over the top
political correctness I feel that I fit no where.
Author
Steve Boddey
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