Soooo, turns out the my internship site and future place of employment want to train me to do a CCFA (Comprehensive Family Assessments). Which is why they sent me to Rome, GA yesterday. There are no bilingual professionals that are trained to do a CCFA. The reason they decided to choose me is because I’m very detailed with my notes and that’s what a CCFA entails.
I’m still struggling calling myself a professional, and doing a CCFA means to give your professional opinion about kids in Foster care. Should they stay with their parents, should they go to foster care, SHOULD WE DEPORT THEM.
The only positive side, the money is gooood.
My mom says I should think about it, since I got so emotional yesterday. My minime/cousin tells me to do it. I have a few months to think about it.
God guys, I just got back from meeting this 14 year-old kid from Guatemala who is in DFCS custody. My heart just broke for this kid. He came over to the states to continue to study here because his mom can’t afford to pay for school in Guatemala (in Guatemala you have to pay for school, no free school). He was in a “wrong place at the wrong time” situation and DFCS got him. He has no idea what is going on. No one has explained to him what is going to happen. They have him in a home where no one speaks spanish. He has not been able to speak to his mom in a month. He does have a brother here in GA that is a citizen and he can stay with but they are not allowing this just yet. That’s where my agency comes in to interview and give our professional opinion wether this kid is deported or can be allowed to stay with his brother and get his papers in order.
I just get so angry because no one has taken the time to explain anything to him. It’s like no one in the government actually care about anyone. Not even his case worker, that does know spanish, has explained anything to him or his brother. It’s like they don’t even try.
This kid made me hate my clients and all the other kids that hate school and take it for granted. This kid genuinely wants to learn, and better his life for him and his mom who is in Guatemala living in a hut.
I really can’t guys. I’m having to many feels right now… Sorry for the rant…
"The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence."
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Charles Bukowski (via youmightfindyourself)
Amen.
(via photoplasia)
(via pinkmoustachesandme)
The day I am doubting my professionalism is the day my supervisor congratulates me for doing a great job in difficult situations during the week.
Today was client riot week… I successfully calmed down and got them to open up during sessions.
Also, she did not know about what happened during Play Therapy supervision.
Yup, still having problems considering myself a professional.
In play therapy supervision I got a talking to because I doubted my own professional opinion.
That moment that you realize you are writing a progress note in spanish when you are already halfway through.
It’s because I was talking on the phone with my bestie at the same time.
The tattoo guy pushing my boob down to get confortable enough… Most action I’ve had in months…
