#social worker

[harleyklawz]

Being a social worker is by far the best and most rewarding job I've ever had, but HOLY FUCK is it crazy that I just like, listen to people's worst moment and then basically havw to be like "I hear you, I see you, you are valid. Let's get through this and then like, go eat a sandwhich, okay?"

And like, that actually fixes the imeddiate horros. Like, someone giving you kind words and reminding you to maintain yourself. Crazy shit.

[evilhorse]

As social worker Sam Wilson, I’m trained to listen!

(Captain America #218)

[perplexingluciddreams]

Today was visit of new social worker. Previous one was just "fill-in".

Mum and Dad do all the talking downstairs. Then Dad come upstairs ask if I feel up to go down and say hello. I am tired today so I say no, but he suggest social worker (name Fiona) just pop into my room for a minute to say hello.

So we did that, she was nice and a bit loud but that's okay because she didn't have a bad smell. The perfume made my room smell different for about 10 minutes but then it faded.

(When I say bad smell it doesn't mean body odour, it means any strong perfume/cologne/bodyspray/deodorant/hair product or other smell that is "loud" and hurts my head and eyes. My sense of smell is very sensitive.)

I have more things to update, two very very big happy news things!! But not energy for more words right now, and want to properly explain it. So I will make a proper post for each news tomorrow 😊

[thelikesoffinn]

Being a social worker is all great until a client looks straight at you, desperate and crying and asks:

"How do I stop hating myself so much?"

And the only thing you can say is: "I don't know."

You know, that's the thing that's shitty about this job. We're supposed to have all the answers, that's why you come to see us. That's why we're here. But truth is - we don't know shit.

Like, I'm crying myself to sleep more than I am not. Because I feel useless and like a waste of space. I don't know how to stop feeling like that.

But all I can do is try to help by pretending that I, in fact, do know.

[thesquirrelqueer]

happy black suits day to all those that celebrate

[brunchbitch]

I slept better last night and don’t remember any fucked up dreams so I’m relieved. Hopefully it continues to improve throughout the month. I start training on the floor as a social worker at the hospital on Monday and I’m so excited and nervous. Just got a few pixie pants at old navy which actually fit well so I’m feeling better about the clothes aspect. Gosh I hope everyone is nice!!!! I wish I could skip ahead a couple months until I feel more confident about my duties and charting etc. but spending time learning is also important. It’ll be nice to be able to observe how other social workers work bc as a new grad, it’s important that I absorb as much as possible. Eek! So excited!

[heardatmedschool]

“You don’t know the magic that social workers are able to pull off, they are going to be your best friends.”

[lady-charinette]

Me: gets mistaken for a student a lot

Me: pulls out keys + lanyard

The entire student body: Ohh oh OH she's a TeAchEr

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Miss Kober, a social worker, returning a baby to its mother after having taken it to clinic, ca. 1928.

Photo: Hiram Myers Photo Studio via Columbia Univ. Libraries

[gaygothfluid]

Should I be concerned about the fact that my social worker has described me as an old person in a young body, cause im in high school but most of my interests are things from the 90s. Like the music I listen to. Also where do you find other goths I want friends that aren't my school friends, I like them but sometimes I want other friends too.

[joe-iconis-banger-bracket]

Banger Bracket Round 1 Match 13

Rules:

Please have heard each song in the poll before voting.

Vote for the best song, not your favorite.

Propaganda welcome :)

Links to songs:

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang

The Goodbye Song

Archie's All-American

Social Worker

[perplexingluciddreams]

today afternoon social worker new come. her name is Caitlyn she is nice !

mum and dad talk with new social worker for hour ish. then i go down and meet. i'm not there for the talking but she meet sister too, and make plan for get me more help !

maybe try new carer person to help so mum and dad and sister can go out and me be with carer at home. and help with bath or lunch or things so mum get a break! (but only for bath if trust). or if i get better energy then maybe go out places like cinema and build-a-bear.

but have to try first, meet and see if they are nice and i like. if i don't like then mum says we say no thank you and try new person. (actually she said we say no thank you fuck off, but she mean it as joke !! ).

recently i try "vagus nerve stimulation" with necklace that glow with green light. mum says it tells nervous system to "calm the fuck down". it is helping my sleep with use it in evenings! last night i fall asleep so fast with phone in hand and lights on 😂 then wake up 3.21am confused why is lights on ?? was in middle of reading fanfiction with phone in hand and just eyes close 😂🤣

did bit more puzzle and have nice snack and swing a lot today with good music ! happy day happy Ezra !! 😁🥰

[lgbtq-archives]

𝐓𝐨𝐦'𝐬 "𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐆𝐚𝐲" 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 :

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Eugenics enthusiasts in the United States and Britain were largely middle to upper class, white, Anglo-Saxon, predominantly Protestant, and educated. The movement's leaders tended to be well-to-do rather than rich, and many were professionals – physicians, social workers, clerics, writers, and numerous professors, notably in the biological and social sciences.

"In the Name of Eugenics: Genetics and the Uses of Human Heredity" - Daniel J. Kevles

[plumbogs]

considering literally everything benedick has been through i cannot blame him for becoming the town villian

[dylvana-v]

Diary of a Hopeless Romantic

Pt. 1 - …and suddenly there was you

I am not sure what was the start of this drama-like “more or less” romance genre I am experiencing, but somehow it started…

What I do remember is how we met- him and I- or should I rather say how we interacted the first time.

My new job just began and everything was kind of new to me, but just how it always is, you fake all your confidence and act like you carry the world on your shoulders… or is that just me?

I came back from being sick and suddenly my whole work life was resetted again, new computer programme, change of location of the ward I was in charge of… I was overwhelmed but also quite energized to show what I am capable of, so I stepped out of my office, confident and determined (from the outside).

The first impression he must have had was a “who is this kid acting like an adult?”, but much later I realized he was doing the same- faking confidence.

I argued with a doctor about if a patient can or can not go to a different rehab clinic. She wanted the patient to go there, but I was sure she couldn't. Spoiler: I was right. He meddled with me in that exact (also wrong) moment. Timing was horrible, so I kind of told him off and ignored him afterwards.

Perfect first impression he had. And this probably applies to me too.

I kept thinking in a kind of bad way about him. He was just there, a very new doctor, trying whatever to be whatever. I actually did not take him seriously at all, yet now I speak highly of him.

Whatever he did, I kind of ridiculed him. (My bad). But what made me change my mind?

Actually it was me being completely stressed out and annoyed by my work (once more). Now I am not even sure when it was since work really hurt my mental health more than just one time. I sat down on the dirty hospital floor in a not that crowded part- hoping no one would notice me. But he did.

He turned around on his way to either the ward or his office to come over towards me. He called my name, smiling. “Is everything ok?”, he asked and waited for me to just rant about my work being stressful. He then just accepted my “but everything’s going ok” and left, not asking anything, just listening and somehow caring…

And that’s when I started to actually give him a chance. I started to slowly but surely think of him as a person worth a try.

And back then I did not mean it in a romantic kind of way, I meant it professionally. I wanted to watch him grow into being a decent doctor and smiling just because I know I did my tiny little part there.

So now after reviewing the beginning of this story I would retitle the chapter. How about we call it “Why would I waste my time on someone who doesn’t even ask if I am okay?”

I would really have dated less if I asked myself that.

- The hopeless romantic