My brain has been preparing me to deal with the pandemic for almost all of my adult life. How?
Through trial and error. Vast amounts of trial and error.
In my last post, I came out as experiencing depressive symptoms on and off for the last 14 years. And in the last year, I have found myself making use of almost every mental health trick I have. All in the name of making it through the pandemic as a functioning human adult.
In this post I share my decade plus of depression experience. The hope is that it might make…
Two years ago I had a coming-out of sorts.
I came out to my employer and colleagues as clinically depressed.
I got an interesting collection of responses. A mix of shock, discomfort and understanding.
“Really? But you are so cheerful!”
“Whoa, I had no idea”
“Oh. Are you ok?”
My boss simply gave a very pragmatically-Dutch:
“Ok, just keep us informed about what you need. I assume you are already getting treatment?”
Later on, at after-work-drinks, I started to get some questions. …
I am a woman in tech. I have an engineering degree (though not a computer science degree), and have always preferred the practical over the pretty. I can actively participate in boisterous banter, and possibly use the language of a sailor far too often.
If anyone were to succeed in a male-dominated field such as engineering, it would be me. But the more I figure out who I really am, I keep asking myself, why is that so?
Thinker. Speaker. Software Engineer. Feminist. Human.