A quick way to pick myself up when having a bad day is to go hold a baby.
I just went out to get me some baby love and got more than what I had wanted. I was holding a 6 month old babygirl, rocking her back & forth… then all of a sudden, I felt something warm coming down my left arm. Yup, she puked on me. Someone needs to make a diaper for that end!
Great, I’m gonna smell like baby puke for the rest of the day.
Initially, I had wanted to name this blog “the padded room”. But I felt that a room is too enclosed and that a lounge would be more welcoming. And why padded? Mostly because I need a place where I can scream and pound my head against the wall… so it’d be nice if the place was padded & soundproof. Now, I think an Asylum would be more suitable – a place that provides care and shelter… for the physically and mentally challenged – yes, that would be ME.
Unfortunately, I don’t feel that I can be totally open and share what’s on my mind here. A lot of what I need is to have a place where I can vent and debrief on the things I see or experience at work. However, because of client confidentiality, I can’t really divulge too much info on here.
Like this morning, I learnt that one of our clients was confined and sexually assaulted by a neighbour the last couple of days. She was tied up and was injected with things she’s “not familiar with”. We saw her just yesterday… she wasn’t in good shape… but because that’s how she looks usually, no one questioned it.
Sometimes I wish I can be numb to all these things… but at the same time, I wonder if I’d still want to do what I do… if I don’t feel what I feel…
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