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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

work like me

To say I pay attention to my surroundings and how that would affect me would be a gross understatement. I have complete tunnel vision when I'm out and about, doing whatever it is that I fill my time with. Even with work. I should be paying more attention to who or what is around me, if there is a possibility I could get hurt or worse.

I was thinking about this because I got an email from a fellow worker from 'way back when' and I recalled how she had been beaten by a client in his mother's home. I recall how the ambulance attendants wouldn't enter the house until the police had cleared it, understandable but also leaving her to lie in a pool of her own blood. As one of her team mates, my practice was changed in that I viewed everyone I worked with as a potential perpetrator.

Eventually, work demands and other things pushed that view away and I got caught up in trying to play catch up with my job.

I don't knwo why I'm writing about this now, maybe it's because I just finished two days of training that is apparently designed to make workers like me, less asshole-ish. I'm not sure how i personally feel about it, but professionally, I think it's innovative and inspiring. Practice makes perfect, though, right?

I'm a social worker, but I can't say where I work, only that I work with children. The private constraints of my job are also understandable but give me little room to clear my head with anyone other than myself. So I write cryptic entries about fears and other things.

work is work.
For now.

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