Today I am thankful for my decision to exit my job.
I love working with people recovering from addiction. Each and every person I've met with this issue tend to be diamonds stuck inside a ball of traumatic glue.
Once the substances wear off,
once they begin to work on their personal traumas,
once they start setting boundaries with their demons,
they turn out to be the best humanity has to offer.
There is nothing that is a greater teacher of wisdom than the addiction journey.
That said,
the business is disturbing.
Corporations try to buy out competitors to increase the cost of their services.
(Note: this population tends to struggle financially so money really isn't always going to be there.)
Corporations push counselors across legal lines.
Regulations recommend a caseload of fifty.
Now, they're telling me 100 is the norm.
It's enough to make me want to start a campaign to get on the addiction counseling board at DORA.
You cannot do good work in forty hours a week with a caseload of 100.
Then again,
in private practice, I capped my caseload at 20. We typically did great work within four to eight sessions. My initial methodology was short-term therapy.
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It's not uncommon for stressed counselors to become anxious and obnoxious.
Over the course of the past few years, I've tolerated verbal abuse, threats, and accusations that wind up making me laugh and feel sorry for my bosses.
My former boss was a bully.
My current boss is being overworked.
That said,
I'm beginning to see why I was bullied at my last job.
It's starting to happen where I'm at now.
Right now, it's just irritating.
I'm going to leave before it gets too bad.
Let me tell you why I keep getting into trouble: I hate bitching.
So, my colleagues have figured out if they bitch about having to do something, I'll do it.
I took on a group on Saturday through 1-1-2022 to stop the bitching. The deal was that, after five months of my doing it solo, they would take turns with the group after the New Year Holiday so that I could attend to my coursework for my art and music therapy certification.
I would do the group on the weekends I was not in school. They would take turns the weekends I was in school.
No one wanted to do that. When I asked, I got a lot of bitching about how horrible the company was.
So, I stopped asking and just said I couldn't do it because I was, quite literally, investing in making the groups better.
I graduate with my certificate in two weeks.
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Now, this week, I've been bitched at several times.
I think the few stressed-out counselors who are bitching are misusing psychology to get me to do their workload.
One was indirect, a woman was in the office adjacent to mine very loudly complaining that NO-ONE volunteers to help her and upset that we don't kick clients out of our offices to answer the phone to take her clients. When she finished screaming, I reminded her that I volunteer to help her several times a week.
She walked away without acknowledging me. At this point, I decideded to stop jumping in to help her.
Yesterday, I was confronted about doing my due diligence. This bachelor's level counselor is why I'm planning my escape.
I'm going to tell you part of the story because I think it will help someone.
So...
I have this talent of getting people to tell me their stories just by saying "Hi there! How are you today?"
I've had this talent since I lived with the homeless back in '87.
People tend to tell me everything. It is possibly because I work with traumatized folks (either in the realms of politics, advocacy, or counseling). People want to vomit out the trauma. They want to get it off their chests.
I have kind eyes.
In sum, it starts when I'm walking down the hallway and just using my catchphrase.
"Hey there! How are you today? I like that [some unique quality of the person's presentation]."
Oh, I forgot about the silent ways we greet each other. I guess I should start there.
Every single human being has a silent hello. It's a form of body language that we use to signal openness while approaching another person. We can usually see these several feet away.
It can be an open palm gesture. It can be a smile. It can simply be a flick of the wrist, a turn of the head, a quick blink. Everyone open to talking has something.
All you do is mimic it subtly back to them and viola, they will talk to you if they are open to do so.
It's instant connection.
If there is one thing most people are hungry for, it is connection.
This is probably why people talk to me.
Yesterday (as usual) a complete stranger tells me about his health issues that he is in denial of. I let him talk for a minute or so without interruption and he mentions that he is fearful and has quite a lot to live for. He goes on to say that it is time for him to actually listen to his doctor and stop utilizing the number one legal substance that destroys the liver.
I say simply, "You know, you're important. [That substance] is dangerous to stop using on your own. Any one of us will be more than happy to refer you to someone who can help you get it out of your system safety." We do not specialize in alcoholism or detox. **
He smiles and goes off to talk to a nurse. I wave, smile, and say, "It's always good seeing you." I assumed he comes into the offices often as he knew his way around. It turned out I was right.
I'm trying to figure out the man's name and who is counselor is so I can send an email (which is what I typically do...it destroys my metrics but it helps the person which is all that matters).
Well, the counselor confronts me because I spent 2 minutes talking listening to her patient. Apparently, she overheard the conversation. Rather than take the opportunity to connect with her pt and offer to talk she decided to get upset with me.
This is one of the counselors who badmouths the company to the hilt.
So - I'm going to ask to transfer. If it is denied again, I'm going back into private practice.
I love my boss but I don't want ShadowSiegfried to hypnotize her colleagues during a point of silent rage.
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People are precious. There are rare moments of insight: These moments should be capitalized on rather than ignored.
Especially in the realm of addiction. Addiction is a deadly business. I've seen statistics stating that a person addicted to heroin, fentanyl, alcohol and/or methamphetamine have a 76% chance of dying of that use.
Anything that helps hit the reality of the impact of the disease home is important. Options are important.
If someone knows why they want to make a change and they are ready to do so - do not put them off and make them wait for their next monthly appointment.
The momentum may be gone by then. Hell, the momentum may be lost within the next ten minutes if the person isn't adequately motivated to move forward.
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What I want to tell you is this
There are those rare and fleeting moments when your heart tells you that things need to change.
Those are the moments you need to embrace.
Sure, change is hard.
Stagnation is harder.
It is never too late to be the person you are meant to be.
I don't even know you -but- I know this...
no two people are alike.
You, by the very uniqueness of your expression, are important.
Seize those moments -
those moments where your heart, your gut or something beautiful inside you tells you things need to change
and your mind is trying to keep up .
Listen to that insight...
grab ahold of those rare moments with both of your hands...
sit on it...
ponder it...
reach out...
and reach up....
You are important.
You are loved.
Yes, you are loved. You may not have met your tribe yet but know this, when you do...
you'll know that you are needed
and you were loved all along.
Love ya,
S.
P.S. Yes, I'll continue to say hello to this gentleman. No matter what his obnoxious counselor says. Addiction is a disease of isolation. The cure is connection to healthy others.
**Disclosure: My mother had seizures due to the inability to get alcohol. She had decided to stop drinking on Valentine's day 1984. Her husband beat her up during one of these seizures and set her hair on fire leading to her death. She died two days later on her 36th birthday after being beaten into a coma. The moral of the story is this: If you are alcohol dependent - get help.)
Hugs...