The Ugly Part

Mental Illness  I’ve gotten lots of family time.  Three person kickball, hand ball, and Two square with the nephews. (Hey!  You work with what you’ve got.) Shopping and cooking with my sis-in-law.  Hanging with my bro.  Bull dogging seats for his show.  It’s mostly been a great week.

The part that makes me say, “mostly” is the ugly side of my job.  This week I’ve spent big chunks of time working on Child Safety & Protection Policy.  I’ve spent hours reviewing our policy in the light of best practices and standards.  I’ve made charts comparing what this says to what that says.

The thing is, it’s not just theoretical.  It’s practical.  And it’s pretty much ugly.

You can’t talk about the right way to handle reporting or investigation without conjuring scenarios that demand reporting and investigation.  Those scenarios are never good.  They are not the things I want to think about with any regularity, but I must.

I spend a lot of time with a lot of different kids.  In fact, my “kid season” starts very, very soon.  I want to do everything I can to ensure all the kids I work with are in the company of the safest people possible.  We do so much to establish safety in the way kids are transported in automobiles or on their bikes and in so many other venues; we need to do more than that to make sure they’re safe from abuse.

There are a few difficult things with that.  I want to be realistic and practical.  I want to protect kids and those who are around them.  It’s not easy.  Many times I have to descend into the muck and learn how to think like an unsafe person in order to keep the kids in my charge as safe as possible.  It’s the necessary part,  but it’s the ugly part.

What are the ugly parts of your job?

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