That’s what I was dealing with last week Thursday.
The hell that is a waiting room where my social anxiety was triggered big time – while waiting for my therapist.
How’s that for a little irony? Triggered while at the place where I’m supposed to work on my issues.
(Okay, maybe it’s not really irony, but I can’t think of a better word at the moment.)
I checked in and after filling out my paperwork I sat at a section of 3 connected chairs. There was a gal sitting at the far right end so I, like a human being ought to, left the middle chair empty and sat in the far left chair.
Then about 10 more people came in (it’s a large office with about 25 chairs in the waiting room) and one of them was coughing and sniffling but I didn’t think much of it – it is winter after all.
So, I kept scrolling through social media on my phone as I often do to tamp down the anxiety in a public place. A couple people came over and sat nearby.
Scroll, scroll, scroll a little faster, but still okay.
And then, after she checked in coughing-sniffling-lady came over and SAT RIGHT BETWEEN ME AND THE GAL AT THE FAR RIGHT.
She took the middle seat in a section of three chairs when two of those chairs were already occupied.
She was so close that I swear she was looking at my phone, so I had to shut it down because it’s not fair to my friends who were sharing their personal lives with me, not knowing I had weird sick person sitting almost on top of me, spying on them.
What the actual hell is this? Is that woman a sadist?
I mean, come on, can we have a little humanity here?
- You’re coughing and sniffling, so you’re clearly sick, why are you sitting close to anyone at all when there are loads of other chairs not near other people where you can not spread your cold/flu
- Even if you weren’t sick, if there are other options why are you choosing to sit at the middle chair connected to two other chairs that are occupied by strangers???
- I bet she is that person who goes into a public restroom and goes into the stall right next to an occupied one instead of skipping a stall
It was “only” a couple minutes later that my therapist came to get me, but it felt like hours.
And you know that deodorant commercial that talks about stress sweat smelling worse than regular sweat – it does, and damn that woman probably didn’t even have to smell me because she was sick. GAH.
(btw – this is me calmed down about the situation, if you can believe it. It took a week before I could sit down and put it into words without flipping out and starting to sweat again.)