Group Accountability VS Individual Accountability: The adverse effects of teamwork on mental health


I have recently become more familiar with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) and how much I can relate to it. It was like looking into a mirror of my childhood traumas and repeated cycles of mistakes- abuse of partners both emotional and physical, poor credit history by impulsive spending, losing myself in relationships of all kinds because I did not want to be abandoned, drunken nights I can’t remember, sexual promiscuity and the like. The more I learn about it the more I can connect it to my world both past and present. This article will detail what observations I have gathered from working in a call center (team-oriented) environment and what effects it has had on me.


I came back to a job I left for higher pay elsewhere about a month ago. I think I needed a place where I felt like I belonged, that’s why I returned. Upon returning, I noticed I was not the same person I had been before. I called in just a few days ago and did not feel as bad about it as I was having a rough mental health day. In the past, I would have felt guilty for wanting to take care of myself at someone else’s expense. That drive for self-preservation was absent and was replaced by the drive to be recognized for my achievements, for how well I handle myself, how hard I work, and for producing results. Recognition was in great abundance so long as you performed well. Being the perfectionist I am, I performed well to gain status as well as to please my upper management, which I saw as a pseudo-family.


Funny thing about personal accountability, it’s not taught in a team setting. There is no you. You lose yourself to the greater good of the team. Sick? Throwing up or can’t talk because of a cold? You must still come in because your team is counting on you and if you don’t come in your teammates will have to cover the hours you are missing- it’s the power of one. We are taught one person can have such a huge impact on the call volume. You will cause your teammates to work harder, the customers will wait longer, the clients will be unhappy because of this and “oh, no!” if this happens too often, we could lose the contract and not have a job anymore. No stress intended. For one with BPD or for those who have a hard time controlling reactions and emotions towards things, you give yourself up, your own health, your identity, to make sure you don’t let your manager or your team down. You think it’s the right thing to do because it’s hard for you not to feel so much and run at 100 mph or not run at all.


Because call centers are team oriented and performance-based there is a lot of pressure to “be good all the time”. That one call where you acted outside of your work-persona may get pulled. If you fail a call that not only impacts your rank but also the rank of the team. It then becomes your individual responsibility to be responsible for the entire team. To compound matters, if on the off chance you get that failed score, (as we are scored on a monthly basis) it becomes a black and white frame of mind; “Now that I have that failed score there is nothing I can do to meet goal this month”. It’s all or nothing.


However, it gives us a role to fill. We become part of a team with a shared goal. This sounds healthy and it can be. How do we separate those blurred lines of self and team? How does one, especially with BPD, know when to take care of self over team? This answer was super fuzzy for me the last couple of years. I literally gave all the spoons I had (spoon theory see more here https://www.healthline.com/health/spoon-theory-chronic-illness-explained-like-never-before) when I was working toward this common goal. Work became my life and my family. Gaining more acceptance, approval, recognition and status was my goal. It left me defeated, emotionally unsatisfied, and burnt-out. Especially when I concluded, I am expendable. All the hard work, the hours of working through panic attacks to meet deadlines, to coach agents that were not as engaged, to feel that no matter what I did or could do I would not be good enough to be a manager, were so that I could say I was stable and find a sense of self. I gave up my true identity for one artificially created for me.


In sum, I feel the atmosphere of teamwork has lead to increased stressors, more black and white thinking, feelings of inadequacy, and trouble separating personal identity from that of the team with an added consequence of exacerbated mental health issues.

I am an ex-gay

It’s hard to admit. After clinging to this title for so long I feel I am leaving a piece of me behind. I had struggled for many years with my sexuality and my beliefs but all that changed over the last several years.

It all suddenly made sense.

I’m not sure if it was all the praying I did that changed me, the fasting or the tithes that changed my POV and train of thought.

Maybe I just had enough of attempting suicide and decided to just stop. I’m an ex-gay and it’s so weird not to be in that community with that title.

I don’t have to put up a front anymore and soon, once it’s plain to see I’m not gay, I won’t have to worry about being killed or denied healthcare or a home. I don’t have those thoughts anymore that tell me I’m bad because of my attractions because- I’m an ex-gay.

However, I’m also an ex-evangelical- born again Christian. Oh, and I’m a transman. I love my cis female partner and hope to marry her this year. I love how freeing it is to be myself without worrying daily about messing up and “sinning”.

My attractions are “normal” now. Because you know, one man and one woman. I am an ex-gay and it’s sincerely weird! I am still me though. Same character, same laugh, same hope that maybe I can help someone who is entrapped by born again Christianity.

I can no longer comprehend how one can follow a god that tells you that you are not good enough and that you sin daily. That anyone not like you is the other and you should not befriend them.

Your power is yours. Please don’t give that away. Don’t allow someone to tell you that a being that supposedly loves you will send you to hell unless you are extreme. *you know the part about being lukewarm*

I am an ex-gay humanist and have never felt more free in my life. I hope the same for you.

What walls are built for…

You don’t want a wall for security. You don’t want a wall so others “follow the law” and come here legally.

Admit it. You want a wall because you’re scared of anything you’re not educated on. You want a wall because you are privileged. What work did you do to live here in the US?

If you want to look at the facts from the PEW research center you will find the amount of undocumented workers from MEXICO has steadily declined since 2007. You’ll also notice that half of undocumented workers ARE NOT FROM MEXICO but other countries and come here from all sides of the US by boat or from Canada. Also, please note, most undocumented workers have come here legally- just overstayed their Visa.

You wanting a wall makes as much sense as your want for your AK47 so you can protect yourself from big governement tanks and grenade launchers.

You want a wall because you want to first feed our homeless, mentally ill, and war Vets. But you won’t help the beggers on the streets and they should just get a job… when most people on the streets are either too young, too old, or too disabled to work. We also wont allot more money to healthcare because who needs to be healthy! We cut educational funding, mental health resources, VA benefits, but we want to take care OF OUR OWN DAMN IT.

Admit it. You want to take care of you and your kind. You don’t want a wall because of a real crisis. You want a wall so you can remain ignorant in your own understanding of the small world you’ve created.

The death He died He died to sin…

That’s Romans Chapter 6 verse 10. That is the scripture tatted on my skin. I was such a good and faithful Christian. Matter of fact, I covered up my lesbian pride tattoo with that scripture. I didn’t want to be gay. I did not want to destroy my family and bring them shame and most certainly I did not want to forever spend eternity in the pits of hell. I had given up my own needs, wants, feelings, hopes and sense of being for this God.

I’m sure you have heard that new song by Lauren Daigle. It’s actually an incredibly beautiful song. I love her voice and the instruments are soothing. However, I started paying attention to the lyrics:

“You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing
You say I am strong when I think I am weak
You say I am held when I am falling short
When I don’t belong, oh You say that I am Yours”

You say sung by Lauren Daigle

To me, it summed up everything I was taught to believe about Self. That Self had to rely on an external source for power and validation. I had no power of my own. Of course, living as a female I had little power anyway- because the man was the head of the home as Christ is the head of the Church. No wonder it took me so long to find myself.

Here I am now, 31 years old as Harvi Leandru instead of Holly Nicole. Holly is a dead name to me as I am not that same person in any respect. She had studied religion and was going to be a Minister and tell the world how God loved them but hates the sin and they can too abstain from the evils of the world lest they GO BURN IN HELL. Such love.

Shit. What kind of drug was I on? Totally brainwashed into thinking that I alone was not good enough. Grew up thinking something was wrong with me. I am mad. It makes me angry I had to go through that and it makes me angry that others are still having to live within the chains of fear-based religion.

If you have struggled because of religion- because of your family force feeding you this 1950’s, all-too-literal view of “the word”, I am sorry. I have been there. I want to know your story if you are currently going through this or have gotten out. I am grateful that I have gotten out. I am here to help support and provide insight, especially to those in Oklahoma City. Please join my support group on FB. https://www.facebook.com/groups/2287849748206800/

and always feel free to send me a message on here or at HarviPoetry@gmail.com

take care of yourself

New Year so a New…

Happy New Year!

New Year, New You- right? We are going to slim down and think positively! We are going to go out more and make new friends! We are going to find the cure for ignorance. I mean because all change happens in those 60 seconds that separate us from one culturally constructed year to another. I jest, of course.

My only resolution this year is to practice acceptance. An outside observer may see it as giving up or giving in. Truly it’s quite the opposite. You see, I went to a therapy appointment yesterday and this is one of the things I’ll be learning on my journey.

I know you have bills you need to catch up on. I understand you may not like looking in mirror. I get that sometimes it’s hard for you to be around loud noises. Your daughter or son or wife or husband may be struggling with addiction. Don’t fight that these things are happening in your life. For the love of all that’s good and gravy please don’t make fake positive statements to cover up the mishaps and the trials in our life. Silver linings can also lead to ledges that circle you back to the root problem. Dont jump off- please hold on- with acceptance.

I accept that right at this moment in time on my current hourly wage I will not be able to pay all my bills. Does that mean I will take no action to change my situation? No. What that does mean is that I can now face my problem head on, knowing it’s not going anywhere unless I choose to make changes. I accept that.

Much like the decision to write my mother who is a far right leaning Christian Fundamentalist and tell her that I am agender-transmasculine, Pagan, and though polyamorous, in a monogamous relationship with a new name.

I am going to accept this year more than likely I will not get the love and encouragement from my parents that I have always wanted. Acceptance will allow me to grieve our relationship and start working on that which I do want: a family of my own.

I am learning to accept I cannot change a lot of things and that includes other people. What I can do instead is change how I react to situations, how I let setbacks influence me, and whom I allow to have my time and precious energy.

My wish for you this year is acceptance both big and small. I hope that you learn the value of yourself and that you are capable of handling whatever life may be throwing your way. Most of all, I hope you can learn to accept your beautiful self just the way you are.

Much Love

Merry Christmas

I know the Holiday season can be hard for many people. Maybe you dont have family around you or you recently lost a loved one. I know the pain.

I have been grieving my relationship with my mom and really the rest of the family for the last 10 months. I wrote her a letter- coming out to her as to who I am. I told her I was polyamorous, pagan, and agender transmasculine. Needless to say it was probably shocking to read as she is very heavily a Christian fundamentalist.

I grew up believing something was wrong with me because of to whom I am attracted. I grew up believing I wasnt as good as other people and that God thought I was a horrible sin loving person because- I loved.

I spent nights praying to this God that he would change me and make me attracted to the correct sex. Poor decisions were made: over ate to fill the emotional void, had sex with men while thoroughly intoxicated, cut myself, and drove drunk hoping to kill myself.

But this Christmas has been different. To all of you who feel it’s your obligation to visit toxic family members I hope that one day you understand its your life, your decision, your mental health. You do not have to take any shit they give you.

Today I am spending time with my partner. She made us Christmas dinner and we are just watching cartoon movies- because we can and I’m trying to reduce my stress.

Yesterday I went to the hospital with high pulse rate and high blood pressure. It was very scary and didnt feel like a panic attack (I am used to them). So we left work to go get me checked out. I was released and I’m okay now but I get from my partner what I had been searching for my entire life in my own family and that is complete and total love.

I know the old adage you must love yourself before you can truly love someone else and I believe that is mostly true. But we are all a work in progress. I had to learn boundaries (the hard way as I lost an important person in my life) and set boundaries as to how I was going to be treated.

Today I get to enjoy a Holiday I dont even celebrate and do so blissfully because I will not tolerate hatred or discord in my life. If you chose that today as well leave me a note ! And I’m proud of you. For those who were not able to choose I hope you know you are not alone and my love reaches out to you.

Happy Holidays


– someone that’s healing

To Live or Not to Live…

Tomorrow I’ll wake up at 8:30 am, roll over in my bed, stare out of the slightly cracked window, smell the crisp wintery air and give my partner a hug as she sets her phone down so we can have our morning cuddle.

After that I’ll eat quickly so I can change clothes for the day. I will pack our lunches and snacks (probably in a Walmart bag with at least one hole)make sure it’s enough calories and ask who is driving today.

After that I’ll get to work and hate myself for showing up while simultaneously pat myself on the back for showing up. With cheapass headsets on my ears and as the heat blasts down on me I say an introductory paragraph for what feels like 15 mins of the call and get bitched at for the next 10 to 45 mins. At no point can I even have the slightest hint of annoyance in my voice…oh I forgot to mention I’m also needing to make a sale on the call to someone who already hates our services. This all between getting emails that essentially say that you are not good enough from my “lead”.

This goes on and on… and on for 10 hours a day- 4 days a week. At some point you look at your life, your partner, your 700 square apartment, your doctor bills and the non existant college degree on your wall and think “what the fuck am I doing with my life?” And most importantly “what is the purpose?”

Today I made my car payment. Pretty proud as I’m trying to get my life bac— ummm trying to get my life together. I was informed they were notified of the bankruptcy. Yeah, bankruptcy- lots of poor choices and minimum wage jobs (oh I forgot the being homeless at certain points too). Anyway, I wasnt informed my dealership would know about the bankruptcy. But they were and they were scared- I was scared- it was like Frontier City’s freightfest, but with emotional roller coasters instead of mechanical ones. First thought was “oh, shit they are gonna take it back.” Because in the last 2 years I’ve had 8 vehicles. They have either broken down or been repoed. I called my dealership and thankfully they are not going to take my vehicle and I’m going to keep making my on- time payments. I had a bit of a breakdown thinking about the scenario though.

When does the cycle end? Am I really living ? What is the point?

I feel as if I am here living a physical life but emotionally I am dead. It’s not that I dont have a purpose, it’s just that I am not living it.

So the answer to the question is, for me at least, both. I want to not live this life anymore. Not this one. I want to live the one where I feel alive. The one where my hopes, my passions and my reality collide.

I hope you choose the same.

For a look at some poetry about these topics please visit my channel: ( more poems will be uploaded daily) https://youtu.be/PkvKvXqXdSQ

 

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