What My Doctor Wrote 6

Today I went to the doctors surgery. I was phoned and asked to check the letter (doctors report) to my employer. It’s been 12 months since my breakdown you see, and I haven’t worked since then but technically I’m still “employed”.

The letter was brief but the points were crystal clear. “I do not know wether to classify Julie’s conditions as a disability but they certainly do disable her daily life.” Then a few lines further down “It is my opinion Julie will never be ready to return to work.”

Sounds pretty final doesn’t it? I’ll be honest the walk back from the surgery was like a walk of shame. I was sort of numb, wanting to cry but couldn’t. I felt empty, isolated, hopeless. A burden. I considered walking out in to traffic. I am unemployable, I read it in black and white on official letter-headed paper. I wish they had just read the letter to me on the phone rather than phoning to tell me to come in to read this.

So now it’s a waiting game until the “employers” write to me to sack me, medically discharge or whatever you want to call it.