Personal Narrative: A Career As A Social Worker
At a young age I knew I wanted a career that involved working with children. At the time I did not know exactly how or doing what I just knew I wanted to work with them. Throughout high school I changed my career choice quite often. I went from wanting to be a pediatric doctor, to just a pediatric dentist, then a teacher, and finally found myself wanting to be a Social Worker. My last two years of high school were very difficult for my family and I. We had numerous Social Workers walk in and out of our lives, but seeing how they handled our case really intrigued me into wanting to know what their career consisted of. After some investigation, and advice from my high school counselor, I finally realized that social work was a good fit for
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My siblings and I faced things like divorce, custody battles, and overall issues that steamed from my mother’s mental health while we were in her custody. One of my brothers was diagnosed as depressed, another one of my brothers as well as my sister were becoming aggressive, my youngest brother was starting to show signs of depression as well, and because of my parents splitting up, I was stuck caring for my siblings while balance school. My mom accused my dad of domestic violence shortly after, so we were assigned a social worker to investigate, and then from there CPS workers were in and out of our home. There was one social worker out of them who almost never believed any of the claims my siblings and I made when it came to how we were being treated. Personally it made me feel hopeless and that there was no use in really opening up because she wasn’t really helping us, just taking my mother’s word against ours. To us it was like she was not listening to my school counselor when she would make reports, or to my dad when he would because “his adulterous relationship was what started this”. Things just seemed to be going downhill, and that was when I really got interested in knowing what the job of a social worker was, specifically one that works with Child Protective Services. Our case was closed by this one social worker two or three times before she was removed from our case, and we were introduced someone else. The change was instant when the new social worker got involved. Although my siblings and I had lost hope, she was able to link us to services such as therapy that we needed, she was able to help my dad work out legal issues and finding a home once we were removed from my mother’s care, and most of all she would really take the time to listen to my siblings and I individually and assess why our case was being opened over and over again. Seeing how one social worker can be completely
My siblings and I faced things like divorce, custody battles, and overall issues that steamed from my mother’s mental health while we were in her custody. One of my brothers was diagnosed as depressed, another one of my brothers as well as my sister were becoming aggressive, my youngest brother was starting to show signs of depression as well, and because of my parents splitting up, I was stuck caring for my siblings while balance school. My mom accused my dad of domestic violence shortly after, so we were assigned a social worker to investigate, and then from there CPS workers were in and out of our home. There was one social worker out of them who almost never believed any of the claims my siblings and I made when it came to how we were being treated. Personally it made me feel hopeless and that there was no use in really opening up because she wasn’t really helping us, just taking my mother’s word against ours. To us it was like she was not listening to my school counselor when she would make reports, or to my dad when he would because “his adulterous relationship was what started this”. Things just seemed to be going downhill, and that was when I really got interested in knowing what the job of a social worker was, specifically one that works with Child Protective Services. Our case was closed by this one social worker two or three times before she was removed from our case, and we were introduced someone else. The change was instant when the new social worker got involved. Although my siblings and I had lost hope, she was able to link us to services such as therapy that we needed, she was able to help my dad work out legal issues and finding a home once we were removed from my mother’s care, and most of all she would really take the time to listen to my siblings and I individually and assess why our case was being opened over and over again. Seeing how one social worker can be completely