Does it make sense to choose social workers?

After choosing the social work major, it seems that the hopeful picture I expected did not appear, but I became more and more confused and questioned. Even in recent discussions with my roommates, I began to wonder if I had chosen social workers. If this major makes me feel that I don't actually have the power to help others, and even the motivation that once supported my optimistic sunshine is constantly disintegrating, should I continue to go on? ...

At that time, during the school competition of the debate team, we drew a debate topic, "Is chicken soup for the soul beneficial to people's development?" We drew the opposite side, but when everyone was holding this side, I couldn't convince myself. Some teammates said with a smile that Xiao Dan grew up drinking chicken soup for the soul. How could she object? Yes, that's what I thought. Those inspiring words can give people strength when they are at a loss and let those who have lost confidence rally. How can this be bad?

But slowly I found that what I actually recognized was not the chicken soup of the mind itself, but the action it inspired. Only chicken soup for the soul that can make people do things again and really change the status quo is beneficial.

At this time, I began to feel afraid. I'm afraid the social worker is just telling a beautiful fairy tale. Everyone in this story is equal and tolerant. Everyone in this story can find their own value, and their special skills can be developed and respected. There is no standard of social definition in this story. This story doesn't ask you to be what kind of person. This story is really beautiful, but I'm afraid it's really just a story, just like Cinderella's glass shoes. When the bell rings at twelve o'clock,

In order to prove that I am right to choose social workers, to prove that I have the strength to help others, and to appease my inner panic and frustration, I keep asking the teacher in class: If I recognize that everyone has their own value, why should social workers intervene? If they don't make changes directly, don't they just recognize his value? What social workers want is not for individuals to adapt to society, but for society to adapt to individuals? Let him be a better self, who will judge this better? ...

I don't understand many questions. I don't understand what I can do under the beautiful picture built by social workers. I don't know if my strength can really help people. I don't know what to do, as if I have set sail ambitiously, but the dream Eden is just a mirage. I don't know where to land on the vast sea. I'm not afraid of big winds and waves. I'm just afraid that the direction I insist on doesn't exist and there is no way to reach it in the distance.

I really want someone to give me an answer Fortunately, I am very lucky. ...

In the afternoon class, the teacher said that no one dared to clap his chest to ensure that the services provided by social workers were really useful. There is no such thing. Why don't many people do cases? Because it is too difficult to see the effect, a case may take several years, but the role of social workers may be that moment. At that moment, the case owner felt he was not alone. He feels that there are still people in the world who understand that he is willing to accompany himself. At that moment, social workers played a role.

The teacher asked us why social workers, a profession that is difficult to achieve results and full of problems in the current system, should persist.

Because if you don't do it, no one will. Because the connection you bring to others may really be his last connection in this world.

Then the teacher told the story of her being a social worker. She said that one of her case owners found her one day, showed her the newly cut wound on her wrist last night, and told her that she actually wanted to leave this world, but he wanted her to know about it.

I may not be as powerful as I once thought. I have the power to turn all my sadness into beauty. Social workers really didn't turn the world into a paradise for everyone to sing and laugh, as once imagined. What we can do is to stay with a person who wants to commit suicide, listen to his story quietly and tell him that if he wants to leave, he knows that there is another person in the world who knows and cares. That's enough, really enough.

I still asked the questions I asked myself this morning. The teacher paused and said that when she first came into contact with social workers, she was full of enthusiasm and energy every day. She was exposed to extreme cases of suicide every day and didn't think it would affect her mood until she met a case owner who was sexually assaulted by her husband. The woman's painful cries and desperate voices became her nightmare all night, and she found herself exhausted. She chatted with an experienced social worker. She said she was dying. The social worker told her that maybe there is someone more suitable to help him in the world, and that person is not you.

We have to admit that there are many things we can't do and many problems we can't solve. At this time, don't force yourself, don't force yourself to be a god, and don't force yourself to complete a perfect case work. Just as social workers don't measure the value of others by a unique standard, what social workers do should not be measured by a unique standard. It is not that only by pulling a person from the abyss of despair and pain to the bright grassland can the meaning of social work be completed. As long as he is willing to look up at you in the abyss with you, that's what he means.

Emotion is a consumable, so is enthusiasm and vitality. We can't exhaust all our strength to pursue a so-called meaning of a thing. We need to keep our passion and motivation and do as much as we can.

This reminds me of the first time I heard the teacher talk about empathy and empathy in social work class, and my whole eyes were shining. At that time, I didn't think about changing the world through social workers. I just thought it was a kind act to help someone with my own strength. I don't want to let a disabled person fully recover his social skills, but I think he will be happier if someone is with him. This is what my teacher and I explained in the disability class. We should normalize and respect individual needs.

I used to wonder if social workers were just a beautiful fairy tale. The story is beautiful, but the magic disappears after twelve o'clock. Now I find that I was wrong. Social workers may not pursue the gorgeous reversal of Cinderella becoming a princess. Maybe it's just to help her wipe the soot off her face and sew the pudding on her skirt. It may not really help Cinderella meet the prince, but so what? At least it keeps her clean.

Just like a person picking up starfish one by one, it may be only a little that he can do, but it is a little that others don't want to do, which is meaningful enough. What if thousands are just a little? What if there are thousands? ...