I had a 'calling' to go into this line of work 20 years ago. I thought I could make a positive difference in the lives of CYP. I know I have made a difference. I have contributed in turning thousands of CYP lives around.And it is and has been very rewarding.
However last night after another 12 hour shift I sat down and I cried,Over the years I have been spat on ,thumped, kicked, choked ,hair pulled, had chairs thrown on me, shit thrown at me, drinks and whole packet of crisp poured on my head. I have witnessed and had to endure verbal and racist abuse and more. Although challenging this hasn't bothered me in the past 'it goes with the job
But yesterday after working on adult male for just under a year with staff shortage. I lost it. A service user ran up to me and my colleague ( one that I have supported as a teenager) wafting a dead rat in our faces.This is not a mental illness but behavioural. All the therapy in the world will not help these people . They are back and forward in and out of services as have their parents and when it comes down to it ,it is not their fault it's the systems!!!! ,Most come from dysfunctional families and backgrounds have been abused and neglected.
Early intervention and care is needed and it makes me so angry that very little is available. l looked around and saw what an horrendous place this hospital is,Its just a just a money making organisation and Im ashamed to be part of it. I feel as if Im banging my head against a brick wall.I no longer feel I am helping people. Does anyone work in health and social care and feel this way, I feel hopeless exhausted and drained.There Ive said it.