Criticism is the least of your concerns when you live with PTSD :D.
For me work has always been sort of an escape from myself. If I get criticized for the work I do I don't mind too much really because the alternative is the dark place I go to every time I close my eyes.
"So you think there's a problem? Okay maybe there's a problem let's have look at it and reason about it together.
Oh I just suck and my face is stupid and that's why my code sucks? Well I'm really relieved we found the answer to our problem, for a moment there I thought I was the a*hole ;D."
That being the dialogue playing in my head while I haven't said anything to the workmate who simply refuses to listen to reason.
For me work has always been sort of an escape from myself. If I get criticized for the work I do I don't mind too much really because the alternative is the dark place I go to every time I close my eyes.
"So you think there's a problem? Okay maybe there's a problem let's have look at it and reason about it together.
Oh I just suck and my face is stupid and that's why my code sucks? Well I'm really relieved we found the answer to our problem, for a moment there I thought I was the a*hole ;D."
That being the dialogue playing in my head while I haven't said anything to the workmate who simply refuses to listen to reason.
"Okay" I type, and press "Submit Comment"