Meltdown day
A page in the diary "surprise surprise"
Written by g463 12. Jun 2008 12:32 AM
Okay, so today I had a bit of a meltdown. I was just so 'over' working in the world of social welfare...so many stories of hardship and abuse, so many kids suffering etc
I got to this place where I just thought 'I can't take this any more'. Over 12 years in mental health, disability and child protection feels like its done my head in completely.
I started wondering whether child protection as a notion actually exists, when government caseworkers knowingly allow abusive situations to occur - when the child is already a ward of the state. Then I began to think of all of the kids and adults who ask for and are entitled to help to get through their stuff...and their stuff then gets shelved because of some more urgent need elsewhere and the inevitable lack of funding.
Then I thought about the things that trigger me - injustice, bullying, whatever...and it's what I live and breathe all day for one reason or another.
So I'm at the point of asking myself if I am of any use whatsoever, or whether working in the social sector is killing me. Is this my own private self-harm/lifestyle of torture? Why on earth do I do this when in all honesty, it feels like shit, day after day?
I do care. I do have some degree of relationship with my clients. I do 'love' every one of them - in the sense that I want the best for them and look forward to seeing them again.
I'm not sure whether I can keep it going. I feel more trapped in obligation than in 'messiah complex' - I don't need to save them, but I do want to make a difference.
I guess that's what keeps me going - that in some small way I can make a difference as an individual, but that as part of a bigger organisation, collectively we can make a huge difference.
As much as I love what I do, I sense it's killing me (or my attitude towards it is killing me). Somehow have to find a pathway to the truth - do I 'retire' and move onto another (easier) career, or do I hold fast to the things I believe in about equality and social justice and press on for the greater good of everyone?
Maybe there's more than one answer to those questions.
Oh, and the other thing is that after 12 months on it, I ditched my Zoloft about 2 weeks ago. It's tempting to think that this could be a side-effect, but then maybe it's just a major reality check and I should be listening to what's going on inside my head too.
Time will tell I suppose.
g463