"All you do is talk s**t.
Shut up
You need us
We don't need you.."
I close my door.
I forgot that a staff member had done a certain task.
I ask her to go get someone to do the task.
To show her how.
"You treat me like a kid," she tells me.
Not my intention.
I was trying to help.
A voice yells at me from the kitchen.
"Please be quiet and stop yelling," I say.
(I realize my voice is raised too I am no better. Behavior therapy begins soon. .)
"You can't tell me to be quiet.
I'll talk when I want to talk, " they respond.
I close my door.
"You are bipolar.
No one has time to deal with your multiple personalities.
That's your problem.
You tell everything.
You need a psych eval."
(I have requested one.)
I close my door.
"If you want to sit in your room and mope all day and be childish.
I don't care.
I just have to do my job"
I close my door.
(I was creating a cover for my next children's story,)
Creativity.
Solitude.
Peace.
Respect
I close my door.
An issue-free day. A blame-free day.
So I can keep this great room.
That's why I close my door.