taking your work home with you
This is something that was inevitable, given who I am, but I was not expecting it to happen so soon. Three weeks in.
I was assigned a new case yesterday. It is still unofficial. I haven’t met the child yet. But I attended a team meeting yesterday and met the birth parents. The father is diagnosed with mental retardation and the mother evidently presents with some cognitive issues that weren’t diagnosed in childhood. I didn’t see anything during the meeting. Given what I know about her cognitive abilities, I was really surprised by how articulate she was. What is keeping these parents from adequately providing their 6 children with the care they need is unclear. What is clear, painfully, heartbreakingly clear, is that they love them. At least the mother does. Hearing a woman admit that she can’t care for her children and express gratitude to foster parents who are willing to take in her children and do the things parents need to do to attend to their needs, the same things they themselves can’t do, is heartbreaking.
On top of that, this 9 year old girl whom I have yet to meet is exhibiting some scary and bizarre behaviors. Self mutilation. Feces smearing.
I’m scared. I’m scared about my abilities to stay impartial. About my ability to really be able to help this family. I haven’t met this girl yet and I’ve already been thinking about her and her family nonstop ever since I heard about their case.