Teenage dating manners

19 Nov

(This wasn’t part of the ceremony, because we’re not in a Brontë novel.) He pulled my maid of honor into a conversation about all the women he could have brought to the wedding.

He snuck a bottle of liquor into our unlimited beer-and-wine reception, which the venue fined me for.

Dear Prudence, I have a girlfriend I love very much.

I have moderate depression and anxiety, and she has supported me for the entirety of our relationship; she’s a really excellent partner and person.

I have a therapist, too, and I’ve brought it up there, because it’s taking up a lot of mental energy right now, energy I don’t have.

It’s so hard to live with these feelings, but this is the best home I’ve had as an adult by a mile, and I desperately don’t want to lose it.

I was not in the least bit promiscuous in my life (truly). —Pariah That is absolutely horrifying—both that your administrative assistant would paw through your unlabeled medication and that your co-workers are now mocking you for a confidential medical condition (one that, by the way, is both extremely common and easily managed with medication, and not something you should feel ashamed about or isolated by).

What they’re doing, in addition to being cruel and unprofessional, is also a violation of the Family and Medical Leave Act, which prohibits the disclosure of private medical information in the workplace.

If your office has an HR department, you should bring them into the conversation, because (once again!Nor do I want to tell them and risk making a friendship very, very weird.And there’s only so many times I can talk about it with my therapist without getting bored of the sound of my own voice!Later that day I went back to my office, and she and another person had actually opened the unlabeled bottle and were looking at the medicine! I guess they looked at the color and numbers on the pills and looked up the medication.In the few months after that —I kid you not—several people at the office have “casually” mentioned herpes and how disgusting it is. One co-worker asked about a red spot on my hand and said loudly, “Yuck, it looks like herpes!