Tonight at work, one of the individual's family visited and brought pizza for everyone. Super generous. Had a nice time meeting with and just getting to know them and watch the individual interact with their family.
At the end of the evening, the family asked me what my background was with working with individuals with special needs and why I wanted to get into the field. I could tell by the looks on their faces that my answers weren't neccesarily what they were hoping to hear. I don't have a background in nursing. I didn't go to school for this. I've had limited training before I got hired and I don't have professional experience in this field. I just have a heart for working with individuals with special needs. I feel like God has called me to work with them full time. And I realize that just 'enjoying working them' is not neccesarily a comforting answer to a family. This is their flesh and blood that I am in charge of taking care of. They're paying a lot of money for people to guide them and provide adequate staff.
I get why they didn't seem thrilled I was there.
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