Hair-standing-on-end kinda creepy intuitive feeling from a
dad this morning – which I get every time.
Asked for and found solutions during supervision.
Off to the hall…first
client..we talked, I asked some difficult
questions and will continue to ask more.
We will see where this goes but I want to explore childhood. 'Nough said.
My first experience with a suicide assessment and it was in the
holding cell. I will reiterate that
these kids come from some fucked-up childhoods, they did not get this way from listening to heavy metal or hip-hop or
whatever the latest “reason” is. It is
days like today that I don’t want to go to Switzerland – I love my job, I love the
people I work with, I enjoy the kids I work with, especially the kids in the hall
(to quote a favorite Canadian series).
Home to a Boy asleep on the couch and a Girl, with whom I
had a fabulously incredible conversation in ways I never experienced with my
own mother. Thanks, Tatjana….
I am tired. It was a
full 9 hour workday. Tomorrow I am
beginning my 5:13 get-up time again so I can throw in some yoga. It worked 6 years ago….
Pictures: My fabulous gift from Steve H. That guy has my heart; The day's end.
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