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Life and work with Bi-polar

Part one: Life with Bi Polar
Others don’t know what it’s like being me,
What goes on in my mind people can’t see.
How I think so much of the past,
Knowing that the good times won’t last.
Current problems won’t leave my head,
Worrying about what other might have said.
Then another day I’ll be on such a high,
What can I do, what can I buy.
Probably spending more than I earn,
Then Not knowing which way to turn.
What mood will I be in the very next day,
That is something I really can't say.
Of this illness will I ever be free?
I will just have to wait and see.

Part Two: Working with Bi Polar
My old boss said that I’m like a storm,
Or even like a locust swarm.
Just starting jobs, not stopping to think,
Which sometime created a bit of a stink.
I was leaving chaos in my wake,
My team suffered, it was hard to take.
In the end I got ill with stress,
I really was in a such a mess.
I’d dug my self a really deep hole,
But Occupational Health got me a new role.
I still have ups and still have lows,
Will I ever be free from it, only God knows



Makes me think that ...

Colleagues with conditions that are visible can face challenges, trials and sometimes discrimination because of it. Working with an unseen illness adds dimensions to our work, to working relationships, to performance, to pleasure and to pain in our work that are rarely understood and often not accepted. All too often attempts to explain the situation to colleagues and bosses can bring an awareness that serves only to underpin acts of covert and unconscious bias. Worse still it can bring discrimination.


Lorraine Ansell

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