I never thought that a regular day at work will bring me, an experience that will end in an anxiety attack. Leaving my forties, the only anxiety I ever had experience priority to that moment was butterflies in my stomach. Now I can relate with people who struggles with this disorder in a big scale. Everything started with a parent of one student from the school I work for. It was the day for Back to School Night, like every year teachers work hard to prepare their rooms as usual so the parents can visit and look around. I work in the front office, but for those occasions I also work as a translator. I been working as an interpreter in hospitals, clinics, for social workers, doctors therapies in other words I been in many scenarios. I love to interpreter for …show more content…
“I am not happy with things posted in my son’s classrooms, and I need an interpreter!” He said to me in a rude manner. At that moment I considered myself with experience and I never imaging what was about to happened. We waited for the vice principal, when he arrived I said “Ok. Let’s go,” he then look at me and said “where is the interpreter?” “I am.” I said. “You’re?” He said and look at me skimming upside down. I maintained my posture as always waiting for him to speak. He said “there are rainbows stickers with the phrase, (you are in a safe place).” He continue “I don’t want my son to become like them” I want all those stickers remove right away!” he screens. As usual I translated with my usual voice and very respectful to the vice principal. The parent continued with his complain and he wanted me to speak at the rate he was, mad and frustrated. The vice principal told him that he understood his position, but for no reason they will removed the stickers out of the rooms. “I want to speak with the principal and I want another interpreter! He said. “Sure” I