I tend to focus on them.
So, there's that.
Put the caring "me's" of the world--and most educators get into education because they are caring--into
schools with crazy but well connected men and women in charge (there are lots of those)--and you got yourselves briny pickles
of schools. Maybe entire "pickley" school districts.
There's just no way for do-gooders to please psychopaths. Good work just makes them mad. Honesty scares
them. Before you know it, the honest do gooders are in major pickles. Big ones. We're talking "on-top-of-New
A very big pickle: I was placed
by my district into the briniest, craziest. most dangerous, pickliest school in my district. But that was 2008! I've
been out of there since 2010! I work for a good guy now. I like and trust him. So why am I writing again
As I said, PTSD is a complex issue.
And I've been in a PTSD pickle. Although I trust my current principal, I don't trust the big bosses. I don't feel
I am safe. I don't feel my children--students in our school district--are safe either.
I suffer. Can't sleep. Obsess.
But maybe the education pickles
ain't all so big and briny. Maybe the pickles we nice educators get into are just tiny no account gherkins and it's our diagnosed
and undiagnosed PTSD a-talkin'.
So, how do I get out of this pickle?
I go back to work. God bless me. I'm going back to work.