So today was my first day back at work since the winter. Since it's no longer winter i can't wear long sleeves and so some of my scars were showing. It was going fine until about 5 hours into my shift when someone asked me: "How'd did you get those scars?", I replied saying "They're old scars it doesn't matter", she asked again "how'd you get those scars" and i just shrugged it off again. Then she said "I have a friend that does that" and I replied "You have a friend? wow!" and other people heard me say that but didn't hear anything of what we were talking about before so everyone laughed at her(not in a mean way just a silly haha you suck kinda way). After that she dropped the topic and acted like she'd never seen the scars, which was good because i was close to having a panic attack and her bothering me about it more wouldn't of been easy for me. For the rest of the day I wasn't myself- I was taken over by the thoughts in my head, people were even asking me if i was okay because i was acting so differently. Now i'm worrying about tmrw.
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