Under Construction - MHWA Retreat

When I started my first 'proper' job after university, I didn't tell my bosses I had depression. I didn't tell them I was on anti-depressants or had ever sought treatment. I didn't think it was any of their business. However, when my depression got worse about a year into the job, I was prescribed a course of CBT. It was two hours a week for six weeks. When I told my boss, he was really angry, saying I'd fraudulently got the job and how dare I not tell him? He switched my pay to hourly, rather than a salary, so he could dock my pay when I was away. Every time I got stressed out or complained about anything after that, it was down to my illness. Never mind, I was doing three people's jobs as well as my own. Never mind, I hadn't taken a single sick day in five years. When I was hospitalised, he demoted me and moved someone else into my role as office manager and into my desk. He also made it clear I shouldn't complain because at least I had a job, and he'd make sure no one else ever wanted to hire me. He also demanded I give him full access to my medical records and allow him to speak to my psychiatrist and GP. Yeah. So, telling him worked out really well. Admittedly, he was an ass. I had so much going on with my first husband and being really ill, it just took all the fight out of me.