Reflecting back on my childhood, I always had a vivid imagination. I would imagine being a doctor, lawyer, or even the first female president of the United States of America. But, I never considered a career in social work. Over the years I realized that I like helping people, but my thoughts of what I wanted to be were indifferent. In high school my counselor had me do a career survey to see what may have interest me. The most common choices were Nursing, Teaching, or becoming a Social Worker. So I went on the Internet and researched as much as I could on each career choice. Nevertheless, at that point of my life I thought that Nursing was the best career choice for me.
For the first two years of college, I excelled in taking Nursing classes and even got into the Nursing Program at UCM. But something changed at the beginning of my junior year and I could not deny not wanting to be a Nursing major any longer. As my classes advanced I realized that the passion I once had for Nursing was not there any more. I could not see myself being a proficient Nurse if I did not have a desire for the job. So after researching Social Work again, the option that I once ignored came back into my life. For a while, I challenged myself to see if this was a career choice that would make me happy.
For years, when I thought of Social Workers, I imagined a person coming into a client’s home and taking their kids away for neglect. Later, I found out that social workers could go into so many dimensions, such as clinical social workers, case mangers, and even administrative positions in agency settings. Furthermore, I realized that I was maturing into an adult. For example, when I began telling people of my decisions to become a social worker, a lot of people were skpectle, often telling me that there was not any money in it, too stressful, or it just did not seem to be suitable for me. But, finally I did not care what people thought and I was happy with my decision and the new journey of becoming a social worker,
Over the years I noticed that one of my personal strengths was the ability to know when someone was upset or hurt. Sometimes I would see a complete stranger and go up to them and ask them if they were okay. I often got teased by some of my friends who would call me the counselor but it was always just a sense of humor. I admired the idea because they always were able to talk to me. But, at that point in my life, I never realized how much the things that I loved to do related to some of the same qualities of a Social Worker.
It important to have good communication skills when working with your clients, and not be lost for words during meeting. The client may feel that they he/she cannot connect with you proficiently. Or, for that matter he/she may not even want you as their social worker. You have to have good eye- connect, listening skills, and vocal skills.
As, a social worker you have to be able to help your patients no matter...