I work in Primary Care in a theoretically quite "naice" role helping people with social issues and signposting to relevant support. In reality, due to the area I work in (inner city area of high deprivation) it's completely different to the description above. It's insanely busy and intense and involves dealing with patients who are more often than not in the middle of some kind of a crisis. Every single day I have people telling me detailed accounts of their experiences which cover a wide range of very difficult subjects (childhood abuse, sexual assaults, DV, high level mental illness, addiction, poverty, children being removed etc) on a daily basis.
Due to the complete lack of MH services I've ended up acting as defacto counsellor for patients (they know from start that I am not a MH practitioner) who just need to offload and have someone listen to them.
I am very good at my job and go over and above for people and I know that what I do has a positive impact on the lives of people in the community BUT it's starting to take a real toll on the rest of my life. I can't leave work at work. I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about things I'm convinced I've forgotten to do. I find myself focusing on awful news stories that reflect my patients lives and get really upset and down about everything awful in the world. I sometimes feel hopeless and am absolutely exhausted emotionally (had a child free night last night and went to bed at 7.30pm - slept till 6am). I cry a lot. My kids are living off pasta pesto and I never get the laundry done because I'm either at work or bloody knackered.
And the pay isn't even good 🥺
Very little support/recognition from management. Myself and my colleague/line manager are just trusted to get on with it and manage our own referrals and caseloads so we largely get left alone. Colleague struggles with similar feelings and we have daily supportive chats and debriefs where necessary which is good.
Can't go on like this much longer I don't think?