I found myself in a compromising position at work a number of years ago.Having an emotional disorder today is like a golden key that unlocks all sorts of doors to things like better seats on airplanes, special accommodations at work, being put on suicide watch at the hospital, etc.
It used to be seen as a sign of weakness but now it's a special super power. Just say, "I HAVE A DISABILITY!" and watch everyone scurry around to cater to you.
Went out with drinks with coworkers, one was new to town, Bill. Jane, a former worker with me and the others knew Bill. After drinking way too much, I was asking Bill if he would do Jane in the ass, a lot of butt questions, generally. The other guys with us were fine and not offended.
Get called in to superiors office a few days later, I knew it, Bill was a rat. So I blamed social anxiety and alcohol as the demons that caused me to say such nasty things. Slap on the wrist.