I went through a crisis back in September (went to A&E, saw shit loads of mental health workers, was FINALLY assessed and diagnosed…)
I was off of work for 3 weeks. I work in a school. The people are very bitchy. They like to gossip about anything and everything just to make them feel like they have a purpose. There was a lot of gossip at the time about why I wasn’t at work.
So, to make myself laugh, I posted on FB that I was currently absent from work to have a sex change and was growing a willy in a plant pot.
Lo and behold (just as I predicted which makes it even more ridiculous and hilarious), people at work started gossiping: “OMG, have you heard?!”
Then came the name change on FB. If I was having a sex change, I needed a name to match. I suggested Jim Senior. My friend wanted Bert. Another wanted Bernard.
Thus, Bernard Bert Jim Senior III was born.
It will always remind me of a time when I decided to take my life back.
The Bernard Bert
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