The million dollar question: why does Sammie’s manipulative behavior irk me although, I ‘am unsure if she has done this to me? Reflecting on this question made me ask myself why does it matters if she is manipulative or not? I think the reason behind this feeling is how I continue to provide service to someone who makes my skin crawl. I thought carefully about this for months at my placement and came to the conclusion that when someone I care for misuse me I quickly feel taking advantage of. Overall, I am a sweet person with a heart too big for many to appreciate and understand. I’ve lived a life where people only befriend me because of my appearance, money and my will to go over a beyond. I believe I came to a point in like where I’m so exhausted
…show more content…
I witness a lot of turmoil within my community and I understand the struggle because I once lived it. Sometimes it’s not easy to dig your way out of the gutter, coming from a loving single mother and substance and alcohol use father and a grandmother who made you question your existence. My grandfather became my light when times were gray he taught me to believe in myself and never listen to the hurtful words my grandmother stated. A hard working man who became disable and paralyzed from the waist down he taught me to be kind even when those around you are bitter. I witness the abuse he endured from my grandmother and I fought every day to remind him how precious his life was just as he did with me. He ironically became my first client I sat next to him watching law and order and listen when he spoke and that’s all he needed. We were both in pain mentally, physically and emotionally, but if I left him I knew my pain would not amount to what he went through. Tired of being walked over and feeling helpless I stayed because I knew I would disenfranchise him. We did not have enough for a home health aide and Papa was too stubborn to let anyone help him. Thinking back to this time reminds me why my countertransference towards Sammie might have interfered with the delivery of service to her. Moving
I witness a lot of turmoil within my community and I understand the struggle because I once lived it. Sometimes it’s not easy to dig your way out of the gutter, coming from a loving single mother and substance and alcohol use father and a grandmother who made you question your existence. My grandfather became my light when times were gray he taught me to believe in myself and never listen to the hurtful words my grandmother stated. A hard working man who became disable and paralyzed from the waist down he taught me to be kind even when those around you are bitter. I witness the abuse he endured from my grandmother and I fought every day to remind him how precious his life was just as he did with me. He ironically became my first client I sat next to him watching law and order and listen when he spoke and that’s all he needed. We were both in pain mentally, physically and emotionally, but if I left him I knew my pain would not amount to what he went through. Tired of being walked over and feeling helpless I stayed because I knew I would disenfranchise him. We did not have enough for a home health aide and Papa was too stubborn to let anyone help him. Thinking back to this time reminds me why my countertransference towards Sammie might have interfered with the delivery of service to her. Moving