My teenage daughter and I are both diagnosed ADD and on meds, my husband has all the signs and symptoms but his psychiatrist seems more interested in the depression aspect of his condition than anything else, despite the fact that I have a hard enough time keeping myself 1/2 way straight ... my daughter seems caught between having to "man" up and parent him when I am not home to do so, and getting sucked into his bad habits or ADD habits.

Add to this he has been on medical leave for the past several months following an accident, sitting at home becoming increasingly depressed and annoying.

This drives me nuts ... besides ADD ... well lets just say I have an alphabet tacked onto my name in different diagoses. OCD, GAD, SAD, panic, ADD ... you get the picture ... lots of need for order and for things to run as prescribed and on time. Lots of frustration and anger when they don't ... and it all boils up and blows at my husband and daughter.

On top of everything else is work ... I've been at the same job for 4 years and until 6 months ago everything was superb. I had plenty to keep my attention. I shared an office 3/4 time with 1 person and 1/2 time with 4 others, so it kept me focused and remembering that I was at work. In Feb. one of the people I shared the office with was promoted to mid level supervisor of my unit. Not a huge deal since we had worked together and continue to have the same overall supervisor we had always had, so I didn't see a lot of upheavel at first to really get my triggers going.

Then, 3 months ago, someone got the bright idea to move me to another building into my own office. This was supposed to be some great thing. NOT! I'm in an office alone, in a section of the building where there are 4 other offices but there is only someone in any one of them maybe a total of 5 hours a week. The only human noises I hear are screaming children from the lobby downstairs and the PA system that has nothing to do with me or my job. 

My production has gone way down ... my attitude has soured, I can't concentrate on anything productive for more than 10 mintues at a time. I sit in my office and just start crying ... I LOVED my job before this, but now I'm actually looking for something different just to get out of this building. I've had to increase my allergy medication, my migraine medication, and have worked my way through about a supply of ativan that would normally last me 3 times as long that I've been prescribed to take on an as needed basis for panic attacks. In fact the day they first mentioned to me that I might be moved I had such a bad panic attack I had to be sent home. When I came back to work I was told it had been put on a back burner not to worry about it ... 4 days later I got an email telling me it was happening ... and the panic attack hit again so bad they found me curled up in the corner of a storage closet in our office.

They told me to give it time that I'd see it was better over here ... but it isn't and no one seems to really care at this point. My supervisor seems totally oblivious, telling me I need to be more outgoing ... guess he hasn't noticed there is no one up here, maybe because he's never in his office. He and the others in my unit are always out in the field.

I have to print off reports 2 to 3 times a week, and do not have access to a printer in this building, so everything I print goes to another building where I have to ask someone to send it to me which usually takes a day or so

I asked our supervisor again this morning to please transfer me out of this building. The response I got was that I'm where I need to be. I sat at my desk and cried for over an hour. I need more structure ... when I was in the other office, the comings and goings of the others kept me on track, kept me focuced, reminded me of where I was and that I was supposed to be working. I fully admit I am my own worst enemy with this. Left to my own devices I wander all over the place and only get jolted back to reality when someone actually steps into my office, or when some time stamp hits, like 30 minutes till its time to leave then I explode in a flurry of activity trying to get something done.

I'm not sure what I've done to be punished like this ... its as if I've been banished to solitary confinement. I've been open with my supervisor ever since my diagnosis and until now he had always worked with me to keep the unit as productive as possible. My new supervisor doesn't have time to talk to me, and I have a difficult time expressing myself verbally when put on the spot so I tried emailing him, but it went nowhere.

This doesn't even address the physical issues ... because of the way I've have to set up this office I'm having a  reoccurrence of neck, shoulder, and back pain from having to look at the computer monitor sideways all day. There has been water damage in this part of the building so some days when I come into my office the mold/mildew smell just about knocks me down and nothing seems to help it. I can't stand shoes, but I'm afraid to walk on the carpet barefoot here.

I'm just lost at this point ...