Happy Sabbath
I am thankful that I can rest on the Sabbath. Because this week really was a doozy.
I have a client that will push and has pushed everyone to their limit. I can't say this at work but I got to a point one day when I felt absolutely useless and unable to do anything for her. I cried. That girl made me cry. My coworker (supervisor's supervisor) who also is a friend of families who go to my church and is adventist herself called me and somehow knew from the sound of my voice that I was getting overwhelmed. I didn't confirm it with her but I was. The fact that she was off work and still called, I have to give that point to God because I really could reach no one else. She took time away from her private life and her family to get on calls I had with my client, the family, and the hospital.
Despite what people might say or know about me, despite her connections with who ever she spoke with from my old church, I was thankful that she called to offer help, when no one else would and when I could reach no one else. My client is in the hospital now and there is much work for me to do to scrape together any services I can find that can help her and that she will be willing to accept. If she refuses, there is nothing I can do and it would break my heart to see her out here suffering needlessly.
Someone asked a question during Sabbath school today to the youth on our zoom line like so many zoom lines we have out here to support with church services during this pandemic and the youth spoke up about what they were inspired to become. Almost all of them said they wanted to go into the medical field and become doctors or nurses. One was caught off guard and simply said she didn't know but wanted to be successful. They didn't ask any adults what they were inspired to do and how they could use their talents for God and to help others. I had in my heart back in highschool that I wanted to be a social worker but didn't even know where to begin. I penned an essay about the type of work I wanted to do and the population I wanted to help, but then I went to college and pursued music education and other random subjects in the arts and literature which I was able to group and salvage as a general humanities BA degree. I didn't get the music education degree and stopped with a minor.
I want to help people live the great lives, have their choices respected, and to share the experiences that some people say they shouldn't have because of their disability. I was treated terribly in highschool due to a poor decision I made and as a result, people assumed I was intellectually disabled and felt it was their duty to put me in "my place". Everything I did that was of value, every skill, every kind word, even my excellent grades and hard work was dismissed by those who were told of that sin I committed. I began to see also others who had true intellectual disabilities treated poorly and I was embarassed for them and sad that they were being treated unfairly and cruel. We are all different and no one deserves to be treated like a dog because they may talk or look differently. Prior to that poor decision I made, no one ever approached me to say I was less than them except my dad and many years prior a young cousin of mine and both the cousin's one comment and my dad's continuous comments cut deep wounds within my heart.
The people I support now have similar wounds. They don't believe they can be successful and that they shouldn't even try. They had so much negativity around them growing up and it's ashame that even the social workers who are in contact with them, and have been on their teams have not encouraged them or given them hope. This young lady has some serious mental health issues going on with her, but if she can get stable on the right medications, if she has positive people in her corner who will speak life into her and help her to see the truth in her abilities, she could really be something. She drives me bonkers but I don't want to give up on her as long as she is assigned to my caseload, as long as my agency is still able to support her. Everyone else has shut the door in her face and could care less if she ends up homeless, hungry and on the street. If you are at that point, you don't need to be doing this type of work any more.
This week is the week of attack or at least last two. I have people questioning my decisions and demanding I explain things in a different way before they agree with them. It's been a weird up hill battle and the people who are supposed to be helping to provide support are fighting back and it's not just for this person. It's for several others with varying challenges (not as bad as ole girl) as well.
I am thankful for the PTO days I can take whenever I need them, even within the hour, they are automatically approved. I had to take some time on Friday but it was hard to even do that since I had to finish up so many other loose ends. I am taking time off next week into the following. My son is going on a trip with the grandparents when he is off from school so I am thinking of taking a trip to NY or somewhere else, or just staying home and getting some major home projects completed.
This week has been a most difficult one, but it is rewarding. I am thankful I was able to help her get into the hospital, even if the 302 order is not approved fully, I am happy she is there and is not only getting help but giving her family a break. And me a break since I'm not receiving calls all around the clock.
I am still inspired to be a better social worker and I want to be used by the Lord to help people live the lives they want, for them to be respected by their community, for them to develop their own dreams and tell me all about how they were able to achieve them, when so many people said they couldn't. It is difficult but it is possible. With God, nothing is impossible.
Happy Sabbath :)