Bringing Home Work

As a social worker you should never want the change more than the client wants the change. That's a sign of unhealthy boundaries. One should also not enter romantic relationships with clients because that is just all sorts of messed up. I've heard tid bits here and there about all the rules and time periods that must past if indeed a social worker does want to pursue a client. I should read up on them more. It's a genuinely interesting process. All of these restrictions are in place in order to help the social worker retain professionalism and prevent burnout. It's wise to have such boundaries in place. Work is work. Play is play.

Considering that philosophy life can seem supremely enmeshed at First Love. I live at the place I work. I guess there are many jobs where that is the case. For the last four summers I’ve worked at a summer camp where I slept at the place I worked. I should be used to this. As I read my colleagues blogs and think about their social lives I realize how set apart my field placement really is. A few weeks ago we arranged for a driver to come pick me up on a Thursday night so I could go to a concert I was invited to. I felt kind of bad because we had to get the driver to come all the way out on an abnormal day and all. But then I think again about my colleagues in Chicago and how they work from 9-5 and then they’re free to live as they please. They can go out to eat or see a movie or walk around their neighborhood. Don’t mishear me. I am not complaining. Just acknowledging differences, stating facts.

I don’t feel burnt out but sometimes I would like to leave the compound and….do anything. I am a wanderer. An explorer. I just want to see different things. No matter where I am. But the life I’m living this semester is not so conducive to those desires. So we adapt. When I do leave the compound I go to places like elephant orphanages and beautiful white sand, clear water, tropical islands.  Unbelievable places. It’s a fair trade.