I walked into a co-workers office, and asked her a question. SHE was verbally aggressive and SHE, physically, jumped up and out of her chair toward me. Keep in mind, I was heavily pregnant with my 2nd child, and I told her, "That would be a bad idea, so sit back down." You know who was told to, "Stay away from her?" Me. Know who seemed as if she started the problem? Me. Yes, I was blamed although I did not even know why she behaved aggressively toward me. My family was pissed off especially because I was pregnant. She's very lucky that many of my family members and closest friends resided out of State, whew! This was the 2nd time that happened to me. The 1st time was in Nashville when I was much younger, and that did not end well, for that woman. This time, however, I had more to loose and verbally made sure that she sat back down.
Immediately, I shared what transpired with my superiors and although they were calm, I was told to just stay away from her. She was not reprimanded at all. Unfortunately, a typically pattern with employers is to chastise the African-American employee as opposed to determining the truth about the situation, and disciplining the person who inflicted the wound. The good news is that I was not pregnant much longer, and I saw this person later on at the mall. She's probably still a coward to this day. That's all I will say about that situation.
While working for this university, I met many wonderful students. One in particular found me a few years later, and shared some inspirational words to me that he felt about our rapport during the time that I worked with him. I will never forget that moment; it taught me that sometimes you can have an impact on people, even if you are unaware of it. We lost touch again, but recently I saw him on social media. We are now friends, and he is responsible for me stepping out of my comfort zone to share this blog with all of you. Although I had plans to write this blog, I shared with him that I was working on something else that was not really working well for me. He said, "Sometimes you have to fail at things to figure out what you are really supposed to do." He encouraged me not to be afraid. He is a grown man now; a husband, father, and entrepreneur and I am so proud of him! I hope that he is proud of me as well for letting go one goal and accomplishing this one. Ironically, when I did start writing this blog and followed up with the podcast, many blessing unfolded for myself and my family. What a wise man; he was wise as a student, and he's growing even wiser now. I know that his family is proud of him, as I am too. Side note: He was also shocked at how old my kids are now which means that he is old too. (smile)
What all of this taught me initially, was that I could not trust anyone as a new employee on a job. That's pretty sad, but it is a reality that continues to drive my thinking when I am 1st employed in a new position. I do not get comfortable at all for several years. Typically, I am the only African-American female in companies and one with a doctorate degree which is sad but true. I have faced that challenge many, many times and sometimes it works well for me but most of the time it does not. I learned that I have to work for companies that pride themselves in equity, inclusion, and diversity.
Believe me when I tell you, the mistreatment has been lethal and the support minimum. The stress has been toxic and the accusations have been sad and fabricated. The cool part is that I have been able to tell most of them to find someone else to work for them, and resigned. My education is in high demand, and I do not need that mistreatment within my life. In other words, I do not take that type of behavior from companies which has only made me stronger. Interestingly enough, in each position I met a Nebulous Child, student, or parent. This is the reason that I have a multitude of stories to share with all of you. It seemed as if God only placed me in those positions for a moment at times, to encounter Nebulous children and parents, and then my work is done. I've met some very wicked people over the course of 20-plus years, but the blessing in it is that I also spent my time working with a variety of clients who developed me into the type of Psychologist who is needed to assist Nebulous Children and their parents.
Why The Negative Experiences Were Important?
When it happened, I would ask myself that question. I answered it in a few ways:
Along My Journey
Along my journey at this university, I met several Nebulous students who shared their paranormal experiences with me. A few of their stories were graphic and led them down the wrong paths of greatness. Some learned to manage their gifts positively. Others developed symptoms of mental illness due to their inability to control their ability to see ghosts. For those students, I would focus on the symptoms of mental health because they were interfering with their academic standing in school. Why? Because they were not as strong with balancing their gift with purpose, and they would start taking it to a dark side. I do not like that for anyone, especially young people. Keep in mind, the dark side does not always mean heinous acts of crime at all, such as murder. It can simply mean a choice between selling drugs or not because not selling drugs would be for the greater good and the best choice. Understand?
Every single time I work with a Nebulous Child who caves to dark angels, it deeply touches my soul as it did on this job. Many people ask me daily about dark angels or demons, and I tell them the same things that I told those students years ago:
After a few. years, I was a new mother again and decided to become a homemaker which lead to my resignation. Plus, I wanted to work with children again and this work revolved around adults. Some of the paranormal activity that Nebulous Children told me would happen DID during my time as a homemaker. That decision also brought me back to St. Louis which is when I met a significant amount of Nebulous Children. I can write about these stories for a few years, but 1st, I am going to discuss my own paranormal experiences, but you have to wait until next week.
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