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I'm not sure where to start Not certain where's the end I've got some observations and some reservations.... Observation Number 1 Take care of yourself Which seems complicated to do when all I can think about is...did that little girl sleep tonight, or did she stay up tortured by the images of her ****** Number 2 Competence is necessary Of course I already knew this But apparently in some it doesn't exist Competence means knowledge it means understanding Competence is knowing that this family didn't magically appear with issues No, its been generations, cycles of people whose one commonality, other than DNA, is struggle Struggle of addiction, struggle of poverty, struggle of depression, struggle to be happy Competence means understanding that policies are also barriers to real change sometimes Which leads me to observation Number 3 Policy It's complicated, it's bureaucratic It's sometimes diplomatic. It's the reason we have registered *** offenders But also the reason we had severe DFCS budget cuts It's why my client can never seem to have enough money to provide for all 3 of her children Reservations? Am I cut out for this? Can I really evoke change? Can I handle hearing about another 12 year old being abused?Can I really watch another child cry while they're separated from the mother that beat him unconscious? Maybe it’s my passion to heal those who are broken Maybe it's because for years I listened on the phone while someone I loved told me about what HE did to her over and over Day after day From age 10 until I'm not even sure when it ended Maybe it's because I have my own story and troubles that I wish someone could've saved me from But when I look in a child's eyes and see that longing for happiness That longing for normalcy I know this is where I belong Here in social work With the good, the bad, the ugly The unknown I can't let the fear of failure dominate me I have too many lives to change
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
Social Work Reflection
I'm not sure where to start Not certain where's the end I've got some observations and some reservations.... Observation Number 1 Take care of yourself Which seems complicated to do when all I can think about is...did that little girl sleep tonight, or did she stay up tortured by the images of her ****** Number 2 Competence is necessary Of course I already knew this But apparently in some it doesn't exist Competence means knowledge it means understanding Competence is knowing that this family didn't magically appear with issues No, its been generations, cycles of people whose one commonality, other than DNA, is struggle Struggle of addiction, struggle of poverty, struggle of depression, struggle to be happy Competence means understanding that policies are also barriers to real change sometimes Which leads me to observation Number 3 Policy It's complicated, it's bureaucratic It's sometimes diplomatic. It's the reason we have registered *** offenders But also the reason we had severe DFCS budget cuts It's why my client can never seem to have enough money to provide for all 3 of her children Reservations? Am I cut out for this? Can I really evoke change? Can I handle hearing about another 12 year old being abused?Can I really watch another child cry while they're separated from the mother that beat him unconscious? Maybe it’s my passion to heal those who are broken Maybe it's because for years I listened on the phone while someone I loved told me about what HE did to her over and over Day after day From age 10 until I'm not even sure when it ended Maybe it's because I have my own story and troubles that I wish someone could've saved me from But when I look in a child's eyes and see that longing for happiness That longing for normalcy I know this is where I belong Here in social work With the good, the bad, the ugly The unknown I can't let the fear of failure dominate me I have too many lives to change
chelsea-brooks
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
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