ladyforsaken
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That was the third social worker I spoke to who told me that I'm a very strong and positive person after telling my story. I never know how to respond to that. I always just smile and shrug. It feels kinda retarded though not knowing how to react to something like that.
Maybe it's because I smile too much. But just because I smile doesn't mean I'm strong or positive, right? Or maybe I am but I'm just not very aware of it. I mean I know I'm a positive person to some extent. And how do you even measure strength in things? It's subjective, isn't it.
I feel like the social workers I've met are "just doing their job". My approach would've been different, probably. Oh well. Anyway, I hope I won't have to see anyone else anymore. I'm not exactly comfortable telling a stranger my life story and my difficulties and challenges... and receiving their aid or sympathy. Makes me feel so crippled and useless in some ways - but only because I'm not very used to this sort of thing.
On another thought, I'm so glad my consultant decided to pop by to see me today. It was a new medical officer tending to me on behalf of him since it's not his clinic day, and the new guy didn't know anything until I told him what's what. And they told me they've passed my case to him well? Pfft. As soon as my consultant walked in (like a hero of some sort), I felt such huge relief wash over me..... you've no idea. I felt safe, again. Since he's the only guy authorised to make decisions on whatever happens to me as long as he's around, and so far he's been pretty reasonable and easy, so I do put some trust of my life in his hands.
Maybe it's because I smile too much. But just because I smile doesn't mean I'm strong or positive, right? Or maybe I am but I'm just not very aware of it. I mean I know I'm a positive person to some extent. And how do you even measure strength in things? It's subjective, isn't it.
I feel like the social workers I've met are "just doing their job". My approach would've been different, probably. Oh well. Anyway, I hope I won't have to see anyone else anymore. I'm not exactly comfortable telling a stranger my life story and my difficulties and challenges... and receiving their aid or sympathy. Makes me feel so crippled and useless in some ways - but only because I'm not very used to this sort of thing.
On another thought, I'm so glad my consultant decided to pop by to see me today. It was a new medical officer tending to me on behalf of him since it's not his clinic day, and the new guy didn't know anything until I told him what's what. And they told me they've passed my case to him well? Pfft. As soon as my consultant walked in (like a hero of some sort), I felt such huge relief wash over me..... you've no idea. I felt safe, again. Since he's the only guy authorised to make decisions on whatever happens to me as long as he's around, and so far he's been pretty reasonable and easy, so I do put some trust of my life in his hands.