Sanny's Scribbles

I finally received written confirmation that I have passed year one,. Strange, how quick the months have passed by. Second year, seems like the big leap where all the intense training will take place. The thought of being in a placement in an unknown area is daunting; the bad press surrounding this role adds further pressure; the paperwork is overwhelming but the smiles of appreciation and words of gratitude that clients express when things go well are worth it. At least I hope it will be, there is little else in this role that will motivate me. Most certainly won’t be the money, that’s piss poor in this field. 

Most of my friends envy my so called student status; they assume it comes with the carer free baggage that some of us lived in our earlier student years. This time round it’s not the same. For starters where have my summer holidays gone? I am working 7 days a week, and yeas it’s by choice. I could refuse a case but I am too selfish to do that. I have worked for several authorities now, and worked alongside many workers, some with years of experience and others with none. This little exposure has made me realise why social services get a bad name. It’s also the reason why I don’t drop my case load. I always fear that a new worker may not give my client the justice it deserves. Will they pre-judge the situation, will they look past the hostility my client may hold, and will they support them in the way that they would want to be supported should they ever be in that position? 

I’m glad I followed my heart for once because it’s all about following my head from now one.