So I feel like I have no right to ask anything from you guys, since I so rarely post any more these days, but I'm dealing with a whole lot of stress all of a sudden, and I don't know what to do.
I'm in camp working right now (for the newbies, I'm a geologist, and I work in the Canadian arctic in various exploration/mining camps) ...and this whole rotation has gone kinda shitty. I got the stomach flu, followed by a cold, which turned into bronchitis (and I even had to fly from camp to Iqaluit to see a doctor at the hospital to get medication) ...and that's better now. The weather has been wretched, and I'm tired of dealing with this work-clique bullshit. I'm working with about 12-14 other geologists who are all in their mid-twenties, convinced they know it all, and while I get along with everyone I meet on a general basis, I'm starting to have a rough time of it. I get excluded from movie nights, I get ignored at the dinner table, I get stared at funny if I try and add to their conversations...
We're adults, people. Adults. This isn't highschool. Hell, this isn't university. This is the working world, where you are my co-workers, and we are equals. Your higher degree than mine doesn't make you better than me, and the fact that I've never heard of Community, Girls, or use Facebook any more doesn't make me less interesting. I have a few friends on site, but I feel like I'm being treated like shit from the mass majority. I've dealt with this all summer.
Thankfully, I go home in two days, as our project is basically done and over with for the summer. On top of this, I recently received news of a family emergency.
Talking to my mother on the phone the other night, she told me that my sister has tried to commit suicide twice this summer. She slit her wrists. My sixteen year old, baby sister. My only sister. She's been really depressed for the last few months, apparently, and has been having a lot of problems (abusive boyfriend, she's been stealing money from mom, etc) ...and now, her go-to-fix-it is to cut her wrists with a razor blade.
I haven't been able to function since I heard the news. I don't know what to do. I asked if I should fly home, but mom told me it wouldn't help any. I'm the big sister, the only big sister, the role model, and my little sister wants to kill herself. I feel like there should be something I can do to help, and I can't. And I'm in camp, where privacy is at a minimum, so I've held my tears in. But I can't function. I've had nightmares three nights in a row, and somebody said something rude to me today, and I almost cried. I had to storm out of the room. I'm miserable. I've always struggled to help mom stay happy (and failed, time and time again), and now I can't help my sister either.
The only reason I found out at all is because mom had to take her to the hospital a few days ago for an appointment with a psychiatrist. My sister went in the back of a cop car, because she tried to run away when mom told her about the appointment. When she got there, she was escorted by a security guard for the day because she was screaming and swearing and yelling at the doctor and at my mother. The end result? There's nothing that can be done because the doctor didn't feel she was an immediate threat to herself, she's been diagnosed with a personality disorder and depression, got given medication but she refuses to take it, and she refuses to see a councillor. Thanks to Canadian law, unless she is a threat to herself or others, she is free to not take medicine, and free to not see a doctor to get help.
All I can think though is "What happens next time?" ...what is she figures out how to do it properly next time? What good is medication then? What good is councilling, then?
I don't know what to do. Between the stress of work, the lack of sleep, the nightmares, the exhaustion, the stress of finding a new job very shortly (as this one is ending), and the fact that I'm about to leave on a trip to visit my boyfriend's family and meet them for the first time (and his little sister has ovarian cancer, and chemo treatments aren't helping, so I often shoulder some of his pain to help him deal with it...)
I just don't know what to do. Maybe I'm worrying too much about little things, but...all I think about all day is how my baby sister hates life so much she tried to stop it.
I'm sorry this turned into such a long thing. I've not really been able to tell anyone. How do you walk up to someone and say "My sister attempted suicide, that's why I've been quiet lately"? ...you just don't.
I'm in camp working right now (for the newbies, I'm a geologist, and I work in the Canadian arctic in various exploration/mining camps) ...and this whole rotation has gone kinda shitty. I got the stomach flu, followed by a cold, which turned into bronchitis (and I even had to fly from camp to Iqaluit to see a doctor at the hospital to get medication) ...and that's better now. The weather has been wretched, and I'm tired of dealing with this work-clique bullshit. I'm working with about 12-14 other geologists who are all in their mid-twenties, convinced they know it all, and while I get along with everyone I meet on a general basis, I'm starting to have a rough time of it. I get excluded from movie nights, I get ignored at the dinner table, I get stared at funny if I try and add to their conversations...
We're adults, people. Adults. This isn't highschool. Hell, this isn't university. This is the working world, where you are my co-workers, and we are equals. Your higher degree than mine doesn't make you better than me, and the fact that I've never heard of Community, Girls, or use Facebook any more doesn't make me less interesting. I have a few friends on site, but I feel like I'm being treated like shit from the mass majority. I've dealt with this all summer.
Thankfully, I go home in two days, as our project is basically done and over with for the summer. On top of this, I recently received news of a family emergency.
Talking to my mother on the phone the other night, she told me that my sister has tried to commit suicide twice this summer. She slit her wrists. My sixteen year old, baby sister. My only sister. She's been really depressed for the last few months, apparently, and has been having a lot of problems (abusive boyfriend, she's been stealing money from mom, etc) ...and now, her go-to-fix-it is to cut her wrists with a razor blade.
I haven't been able to function since I heard the news. I don't know what to do. I asked if I should fly home, but mom told me it wouldn't help any. I'm the big sister, the only big sister, the role model, and my little sister wants to kill herself. I feel like there should be something I can do to help, and I can't. And I'm in camp, where privacy is at a minimum, so I've held my tears in. But I can't function. I've had nightmares three nights in a row, and somebody said something rude to me today, and I almost cried. I had to storm out of the room. I'm miserable. I've always struggled to help mom stay happy (and failed, time and time again), and now I can't help my sister either.
The only reason I found out at all is because mom had to take her to the hospital a few days ago for an appointment with a psychiatrist. My sister went in the back of a cop car, because she tried to run away when mom told her about the appointment. When she got there, she was escorted by a security guard for the day because she was screaming and swearing and yelling at the doctor and at my mother. The end result? There's nothing that can be done because the doctor didn't feel she was an immediate threat to herself, she's been diagnosed with a personality disorder and depression, got given medication but she refuses to take it, and she refuses to see a councillor. Thanks to Canadian law, unless she is a threat to herself or others, she is free to not take medicine, and free to not see a doctor to get help.
All I can think though is "What happens next time?" ...what is she figures out how to do it properly next time? What good is medication then? What good is councilling, then?
I don't know what to do. Between the stress of work, the lack of sleep, the nightmares, the exhaustion, the stress of finding a new job very shortly (as this one is ending), and the fact that I'm about to leave on a trip to visit my boyfriend's family and meet them for the first time (and his little sister has ovarian cancer, and chemo treatments aren't helping, so I often shoulder some of his pain to help him deal with it...)
I just don't know what to do. Maybe I'm worrying too much about little things, but...all I think about all day is how my baby sister hates life so much she tried to stop it.
I'm sorry this turned into such a long thing. I've not really been able to tell anyone. How do you walk up to someone and say "My sister attempted suicide, that's why I've been quiet lately"? ...you just don't.
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