By Emma Silver Price, Equality, Diversity, and Inclusion Officer at CNTW
I have been struggling all of this time
And I crossed that line at the age of 29
From the realisation that I was actually not fine
To seeking help and getting a diagnosis that was mine
A year later, I look back on 3 decades of emotion
That led me to where I am, amongst all the commotion
Fleeting between jobs, trying to boost my serotonin
And finally settling here achieving promotion after promotion
“I must be getting noticed”, I had in my mind
But my rejection sensitivity always has me in a bind
I must constantly say “yes” or I’ll get left behind
If I’m not the ‘go-to person’, my fate will surely be signed
The truth is, I look a certain way externally
But in reality, I take everything so personally
I’m happy, I’m animated, I do it so purposefully
And internally my mind is racing for eternity
My mind moves too quickly for my body to react
That when I eventually do something, I’m needing to backtrack
“Have you cleaned up?”, “Have you seen those clothes that were stacked?”
“You haven’t? Why not? Your brain must be cracked”
All these things at home that constantly get missed
Surely this can’t possibly be a gift???
I persist with my lists and still my mind drifts
To the endless chaos piling up in my midst
To all these feelings of being incapable
I need to let you know that I am irreplaceable
Don’t get me wrong, some days feel really unsustainable
But the adoration for my uniqueness truly is unmistakable