I’m a Social Worker, Not a Stereotype
Back in the early 1990’s when I worked for the WV AIDS Program, some people assumed I was a lesbian.
Now that I work for Catholic Charities, some people assume I’m Catholic.
Neither assumption ever bothered me even though they were wrong.
But when people make assumptions about social workers, I have a deep-seated desire to say “Dammit Jim, I’m a social worker not a stereotype.”
I don’t believe that giving handouts will save the world. I don’t believe that I have to hug and empathize with everyone I encounter. And most of all, I don’t believe anyone with a good heart can do my job.
In reality, most social workers I know don’t believe in just giving handouts. We also know that if we don’t provide people with the basic resources they need, they certainly aren’t going to be able or open to making tough decisions that may help them improve their circumstances.. What social workers do believe is that people can change and that we should never give up on anyone. We also believe that no one is more important or more “worthy” than any other person. Most of all, we believe that people are responsible for their own lives. Sometimes. they simply need more support to accomplish their goals.
Also, in contrast to popular opinion, not every social worker has a warm and fuzzy personality. We don’t see life through rose-colored glasses and we don’t always see the best in people. We realize that some people survive by scamming others, that there are individuals who will do their best to “manipulate” the system and that there are people who are just plain lazy. We also know that not everyone had the advantages of growing up in a family that treasured children, respected boundaries and believed in delayed gratification. Poverty isn’t just about lack of money but about lack of support. Being able to provide that support is what motivates us.
Most of all, not just anyone can do our jobs. This past week, I was in a meeting with an individual who helps low-income families. As she gave her report, the fact that she is not a social worker became obvious. She was discussing a situation in which an individual didn’t want to complete an application for assistance without his friend.
“Maybe he couldn’t read,” I suggested.
“Oh, no,” she said. “I’ve had people tell me they couldn’t read. He didn’t say that. He just said he wanted to wait for his friend before he completed the form.”
I wanted to scream. I’m pretty sure the other social workers in the room also wanted to scream but didn’t. That’s
because social workers try very hard to be non-judgmental. And sometimes we fail miserably. I should know. There have been so many times over the past few years when I’ve wanted to scream at people who think doing nice things for poor people is social work. Being nice to low-income people has nothing to do with social work, which requires a college degree and a license. Many social workers help low-income people, but their job is not to be nice (although most are). Their job is to help individuals and families help themselves.
So instead of screaming, I strategize. I think about how we can engage low-income, middle class and wealthy individuals in supporting those who are struggling. I think about how we can educate all people about inequality. Most of all, I think about what I can do to convince everyone that all people matter.
And then, I act.
Because that’s what social workers do.
Posted on March 15, 2014, in My life, Work and tagged career, HGereHere;, People, social justice, social work, Social Work Month, social workers, Work. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
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This is a great piece! I’m not a Social Worker (although I’m a social worker), but I can really relate to what you say here. Love it!
Teresa
Teresa Reddick
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Teresa, You are a social worker at heart… and that’s what counts most!
Hi Trina,
I had “me too” moment when I read that you have worked in the HIV/AIDS area. I worked as a communicator in HIV?Sexual Health for our local Health service just north of Sydney, Australia. While I was there I was quickly introduced to what I initially saw as the “politically correct” language within this community and it was only when I was diagnosed with a debilitating auto-immune disease where my muscles attacked themselves and wasted away prior to treatment, that I realised the importance of some of these terms. We talking about”living with” HIV rather than “having” it. So when I was diagnosed, I immediated identified this disease as something separate to myself. It wasn’t me and I wasn’t it. I wrote a story where I characterised it as a stalker and at the end of the story, I intrioduced him to online daing and he met someone else and moved on. I had a big laugh at that point despite being in hospital in a wheelchair at the time. We also didn’t use the term “sufferer”. I might have this disease but I have good and bad days like everyone else. You would, of course, be aware of all of this but this insight might help someone else.
Love the stalker concept… whether it be an illness or something else that might shape us but doesn’t define us!
It’s certainly worked for me. I have also been able to cope better when family members have taken their frustration out on me and I can shift that onto the separate entity illness. I must talk to them more about this concept so they can channel their negative feelings that direction instead of me.