stepping up to social work…..

Two days to go until my assessment day for the Step Up to Social Work programme and. I am getting excited for what lies in store. I am not anxious (not yet anyway).

Hubby is getting jittery, reminding me that I have a perfectly good job to stay in  and that it pays well. Why is it that every time he says this I get a sick feeling in my stomach and I instantly want to distance myself from him?

This is not a healthy reaction but I feel that (once again) he is trying to steer me  down a path that he prefers. He has been doing this unwittingly since I was I my late teens and I have been trying and failing to resist ever since. 

I feel he is just waiting for the right reason to Kaibosh all my plans and he is keeping his fingers crossed that something will come up that will mean I can’t continue.

It’s horrible knowing someone you love doesn’t want you to do the thing you know you will love (but at times also find tough).

We shall just have to see how it goes.

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Back to school in your thirties

My husband is going back to college in September for the first time in over 20 years. He was never the academic type and so this is an incredibly big step for him but one that he must take in order to secure his future working life prior to retirement. He works in a physically exhausting role and his body is already starting to give out in places and he is still only in his thirties. So, by getting a few more qualifications, he can have the option of being paid to pen push rather than bust a gut.

I would also relish the opportunity to go to college and switch careers to be a social worker but this is in my dream world. I already have a degree which suits the career I have been in since leaving Uni. While the career seemed like a good idea in my teens, I have now outgrown it. However as much as I would like to be a social worker, I can’t stomach the time or the cost of a degree so figure I should just use my existing qualifications and skills and use them in the third sector when I return to full-time work. I think that is the biggest change in my work outlook since leaving Uni and now. I feel my job needs to be contributing to society and currently it doesn’t. In fact I am just helping the rich get richer, which, for a Guardian reader, makes me squirm.

It was my Dad’s birthday today and we enjoyed a scrummy pub lunch outside over-looking a beautiful British view followed by a doggy walk and cupcakes! He confessed he too wanted to be a social worker, I wish he had. I think he would have been pretty good at it as he can talk to anyone without judgement although would speak out if he needed to. We discussed the Daniel Pelka case and he, like me, finds it very hard to believe that the professionals involved viewed the mother’s ‘eating disorder’ explanation as plausible. I also feel 30 years is not enough, it should have been 1000s.

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