There are days that are tough. Some days are tough because I'm so busy, running from one thing to the next, hopefully (but not usually) on time. Some days are tough because I can't seem to cut a break, everything is falling out of my hands or no one is being particularly kind.
Then there are days that are emotionally and mentally exhausting, which then leads the body to feel physically drained. Tuesday was one of those days.
I have been working with Partners in Sex Education to teach some sessions at a fancy suburban high school. One this particular day, I was assigned to introduce guest speakers to some classrooms. There were about 7 different classes in all, and 3 speakers assigned to a couple of them.
These guest speakers were all HIV+, and spoke to each of the classes about their experiences. These speakers are powerhouses, in my opinion. To be able to share to openly and honestly about their lives, and the hardships that they've had to face in order to get to where they are now.
But I realized after I left the final session that I was exhausted. I though back, maybe I didn't get enough sleep? After thinking about it a bit, and heading off to the after school, I realized that I was exhausted because of hearing all the personal stories. Most of the stories, I had heard several times that day.
I just felt that all my energy was drained from me. I felt sad, my head felt a weird pressure. I was definitely nervous that my cold would get aggravated. But once I identified what was wrong, it felt so much better.
I couldn't even imagine if I had chosen to be a clinical social worker instead of a macro social worker. I would be emotionally drained every day, I think.
I give props to all my friends and colleagues who have chosen that path. It is not an easy job, but I know a lot of great people who do it.
Then there are days that are emotionally and mentally exhausting, which then leads the body to feel physically drained. Tuesday was one of those days.
I have been working with Partners in Sex Education to teach some sessions at a fancy suburban high school. One this particular day, I was assigned to introduce guest speakers to some classrooms. There were about 7 different classes in all, and 3 speakers assigned to a couple of them.
These guest speakers were all HIV+, and spoke to each of the classes about their experiences. These speakers are powerhouses, in my opinion. To be able to share to openly and honestly about their lives, and the hardships that they've had to face in order to get to where they are now.
But I realized after I left the final session that I was exhausted. I though back, maybe I didn't get enough sleep? After thinking about it a bit, and heading off to the after school, I realized that I was exhausted because of hearing all the personal stories. Most of the stories, I had heard several times that day.
I just felt that all my energy was drained from me. I felt sad, my head felt a weird pressure. I was definitely nervous that my cold would get aggravated. But once I identified what was wrong, it felt so much better.
I couldn't even imagine if I had chosen to be a clinical social worker instead of a macro social worker. I would be emotionally drained every day, I think.
I give props to all my friends and colleagues who have chosen that path. It is not an easy job, but I know a lot of great people who do it.
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