The unjustifiable, inexcusable, and intentional killing of a human being without deliberation, premeditation, and malice. Theunlawful killing of a human being without any deliberation, which may be involuntary, in the commission of a lawful act withoutdue caution and circumspection.
I woke this morning with the threat of rain. I was stuck. Treading water. Treading mud. Or was it quick sand?
An email from me to the BBC
I am writing this just as I am writing my Book/blog readafterburnout.com . I have been keeping this blog as a way of reuniting myself with my sanity. Nearly twenty months ago, after almost twenty-five years in education, I broke-down.
My GP told me that I had suffered Burnout. I was suffering from chronic depression and I was not fit for work. She was a good doctor who listened and empathised with my condition and she prescribed me two sets of tablets to keep me afloat. My official illness was anxiety disorder and I have been battling it since using the pen rather than the sword.
Just this morning, with internal rain on the way, I read about Craig Carlyle and it all came back to me; not that it ever really went away. I am not famous, I am not successful, and I am not in the real public arena, but I have suffered.
When I originally went onto absence, my employers were understanding. The school had just gone through a dreadful time with the hounds of Ousted deeming it to be inadequate. As a result of the a Multi Academy Trust (MAT) moved in with an executive head who had a terrible reputation as a tyrant. Her school improvement started with s giant brush and a grand clean-out. My illness made me unclean. So, when I returned to work earlier than was expected, I thought that my employer would treat me fairly. I had an initial return to work phase and then the new leader told me that she would be visiting my classroom. That was on the day that my return to work phase finished.
Need I expand? Anxiety, observation, corporate knife in my back. I handed my resignation in. I was beaten.
Almost eighteen months down the line and I am here with no job. I can’t even get supply work. After being and excellent teacher for almost twenty-five years, I am on the scrapheap.
My career has been terminated whilst the rest of my life is just up for grabs.