Breaking The Rules Saved A Man’s Life
I told him he “looked like shit” and asked if he had slept or eaten.
I told him he “looked like shit” and asked if he had slept or eaten.
With therapy every other week and medication from a psychiatrist monthly, his life has improved
I love this work
hen the worker finds him or herself front and center in the life of the client. Becoming the object of their desire and madness, emotions and even feelings of safety become subsumed into the client’s new playground.
My parents were taught that “love” was the same as “abuse”; and sadly, it has always been that way.
‘Othering’ serves to not only create an object of hatred but also of people’s discrimination.
I worked alongside Ruth at a mental health clinic down in the bario, 3rd Avenue.
One of my biggest struggles as a social worker in human services is challenging learned helplessness.
I would be at this disposal and will of these poorly trained and quick-tempered workers.
I have put out flyers and solicited friends & family to fill out applications for my Health Care Proxy
The Judenrat has an unmistakable hand in the execution and carrying out of the Final Solution.