A week in to my new job and already I’m sure it’ll either be the best thing to ever happen to me, or it’ll kill me.
“Oh yeah, you will have to learn how to physically restrain the kids.”
“Oh yeah, we’ve had cutters.”
“Oh yeah, there have been suicides here.”
“Yeah, I’ve been spit on, kicked, hit in the face.”
And that was just the entrance interview.
Back in grad school, these were all distant, abstract. The worst I had to deal with were clients who didn’t come back. Now, those same clients may cause me, or themselves, serious physical harm.
The question arises- why haven’t I run screaming? I’m not sure I know the answer myself. But I do know that for the first time, I’m a part of something so much bigger than me. Adults can be set in their ways, but helping a kid through their problems might set them up for a much happier life. The inevitable heartbreak might be small price to pay.
You can’t run from the challenges in front of you. Well, you can, but if you start you never stop. The prospect of this work terrifies me, but I can’t let that slow me down. The chance to make a difference with these kids is too big a chance to pass up. And I have to admit, I like the idea of the person I’ll be if I can rise to the challenge.