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In continuation of my post yesterday about paranoia and (returning to) the workplace, after such a long time out of  full-time “proper” employment, I really sometimes feel that I have almost no idea quite what to expect.  It’s a bit like changing schools, moving house and other such life-changing events.  As such, even for the most normal person, they are rated as some of the most stressful life changes - at least,  according to psychologists and assurance experts - and who am I to disagree with them?

The only “halfway houses” back to work offered by the state seem to be either low-level occupational therapy or the use of pens, papers and telephones at the Job Centres, along with some half-hearted interview-based role-playing sessions in the “return to work” clubs.  This last notion of mine may be somewhat outdated, having proven that such a service was not necessary for me at my recent interview; the set-up looked pretty similar, only with more resources and trainers drawn from the recruitment profession rather than retired public servants.  With no sounding board or reference points to bounce ideas and experience from, the process does - to the more worried amongst us - start to resemble the cleaning of the Augean stables with only a pointy stick.

Therapy: starting, ending or changing can also leave this feeling of abyssal emptiness.  One moment, BPD does this for me already.  Oh well; as suggested yesterday. I think I’ll just have to “suck it and see.”

Wow, whilst researching this blog entry, I just came across “Masochistic Omnipotence Syndrome (MOS)” - more soon; I bet I’ve probably got it.

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