Clinics are the most taxing part of my week
Because it’s just me here with about a dozen severely mentally ill folks in all stages of compensation and disability.
It’s hard to explain why it’s so taxing and exhausting. Most people would think it’s because of their mental illness but that’s not it exactly. Yes it’s a lot of effort working with people that have debilitating mental illness and are, for lack of a better term, generally wards of the state. Almost all of our people are legally vulnerable adults.
It’s the weird and unique confluence of a dozen things that lead people to have to come to our clinic. I can’t really prevent them from doing things and going places because they aren’t inpatient. They’re just regular citizens and so they can come and go as they please.
But we’re also a high security facility that frequently has inmates so we have internal sally ports all over as well as maglock exits.
So they can go in and out when they want but they can’t go alone. Can’t even go to the bathroom without me escorting them. Letting them in, letting them out, etc…
All this is to say the holidays are tough because we’re running clinics almost every day instead of once a week and I’m tired.
Also no support anywhere really because my job is so unique. In fact it’s just me in the whole state that does what I do.
I’m just venting. I love my job, mostly. But ya’ll these two weeks every year are brutal.
I’ve got about a half dozen more people on the way and I’m already burned out for today.
On a positive note what ya’ll know about kombucha? I love that stuff.
It’s hard to explain why it’s so taxing and exhausting. Most people would think it’s because of their mental illness but that’s not it exactly. Yes it’s a lot of effort working with people that have debilitating mental illness and are, for lack of a better term, generally wards of the state. Almost all of our people are legally vulnerable adults.
It’s the weird and unique confluence of a dozen things that lead people to have to come to our clinic. I can’t really prevent them from doing things and going places because they aren’t inpatient. They’re just regular citizens and so they can come and go as they please.
But we’re also a high security facility that frequently has inmates so we have internal sally ports all over as well as maglock exits.
So they can go in and out when they want but they can’t go alone. Can’t even go to the bathroom without me escorting them. Letting them in, letting them out, etc…
All this is to say the holidays are tough because we’re running clinics almost every day instead of once a week and I’m tired.
Also no support anywhere really because my job is so unique. In fact it’s just me in the whole state that does what I do.
I’m just venting. I love my job, mostly. But ya’ll these two weeks every year are brutal.
I’ve got about a half dozen more people on the way and I’m already burned out for today.
On a positive note what ya’ll know about kombucha? I love that stuff.
