I cried at work today.
Why, you ask. Well, I had a parent verbally attack me and had to sit through a confrontation trying to be assertive because I knew I was right. Thankfully my employer stood up for me and intervened. He didn’t get very far with the parent either who was also rude to him. And I’m even more thankful that I was speaking to the parent just off the reception area…which enabled the receptionist to call my boss (To the Indians that read my blog, the parent was of the same cultural background as me…so please don’t infer any form of racism like the media back in India is doing…)
I just have to say this: I prefer teenagers that are referred for counselling for being aggressive or have even had violent histories…because even they respect me and treat me well. I have not felt intimidated by young men who are taller and bigger than me. On the other hand, I have felt intimidated by some parents. Especially when they start to attack my experience and expertise.
I know they do so because they get defensive.
But it’s still bloody hard to deal with. Anyway, I didn’t cry in front of the parent. I cried once the parent was gone in front of my boss and the receptionist.
It’s been a hell of a week. All I can hope for is the next week is not as stressful.
Until next time,