tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74811582024-03-23T14:25:10.367-04:00Social Worker in a Strange LandThoughts on my life as a social worker, ideas and inspirations, and the world around me.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-19166687613762689232009-11-27T18:22:00.003-05:002009-11-27T18:29:28.144-05:00Giving ThanksI'm debating whether to come back to this blog, yet again. Partly because many things I would like to write about I fear I will disrupt confidentiality. So, I am going to attempt to restore some anonymity, and play around a bit with it while I decide.<br /><br />Given yesterday was Thanksgiving, I thought I would work my way back in by giving thanks. I am, of course, thankful for my parents, brother and other family members and friends that have always been a constant in my life. But most of all these days I am thankful for my husband and the life and partnership we share together. I am thankful he loves me enough to put up with my quirks and let me know how much he loves and appreciates my strengths. I am thankful for the little family unit and happy life we have created with our dog and cat in our little humble home.<br /><br />I am also very thankful for the path my career has led me on. I am so grateful that I have been able to make positive connections with clients and professionals so that I maintain respected among my peers and appreciated for the work I am capable of. I am so thankful that those professional relationships have led me to the new job I will be in full time come January. It's been a disappointing month to learn that the agency I work for will not sustain the school mental health program I have been a part of for three years. I hate that my kids at the school will possibly be losing that very necessary service in their community. But I am fortunate that I can move forward to help other families and hope to ensure I link all my current kids to appropriate services as I leave.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-37364692741161783492009-06-13T12:49:00.002-04:002009-06-13T12:57:59.996-04:00TiredI've neglected to post anything for awhile because I have been very busy and very tired. School is done. My school is now closed permanently. There has been a lot of possible changes thrown around about where I will be in the fall. It's now come full circle that I will remain at the school I was intended to transition to. We've started camp, it's a nice change of pace but already exhausting. On top of the schools, I am now working every weekend at the Crisis Center I cover shifts at, at least until mid July. In addition to that, I have been offered the position at the treatment office I recently interviewed at. I will be providing treatment to kids and families who have experienced trauma, are involved with DCS or have special needs. I should be doing this only 10-15 hours a week, so hopefully I don't completely burn out doing all three of these jobs at once.<br /><br />Needless to say, with all this working and wedding planning going on (we're coming into all the busy details now with less than three months to go), I've little time or drive to write on the blog. I'll probably get back into it soon. I often write things in my head, I just don't post them. I think some things lately are too close to breaking confidentiality or they are things I just don't wish to share. So, you may not see much on here for a bit, but I am sure it won't last long.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-25181726792722010942009-05-26T16:29:00.004-04:002009-05-26T20:53:39.738-04:00Talent Shows, my new side business<div>I think I mentioned before I had agreed per some of my clients' request to help coordinate a talent show for the entire school. As soon as I committed I began to wonder why. I had so many kids sign up, I had to hold auditions. I hated to pick and choose. Social worker me, I wanted to include everyone. But, I had a teacher and the music teacher help me pick out the participants. Once that was set, I then had kids walking into my room at various points of the day, every day, to talk about what they were doing, when they could practice, etc. I was happy to help them <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facilitate</span> what they needed for the performance, but I had to get snippy when kids just started walking in my room. I already have that problem with teachers- walking in without knocking. Confidentiality is a paradigm not all teachers understand. . . . </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>But as we got down to the wire, I had three students (who are also three of my clients) hosting the show and they worked hard to help me organize and get things together. We had some amazing performances and some that seemed to go on forever, as happens with elementary school talent shows. I got lots of great feedback from the teachers and I think many of the students enjoyed. I think the participants particularly got a thrill from the excitement and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">applause</span>. All in all, I would probably do it again. Now that I know how to organize it a little better and make sure I have plenty of allocated time for rehearsals.<br /><br />The side story is in the midst of coordinating the script, who was performing when and such, was that the principal almost put an end to it when one of the students was found to have pictures of naked men on the camera she had brought in to take photos of the show. She wasn't aware they were on there, but they were there. . . <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">scandalous</span> and made the afternoon all the more crazy, on top of the usual afternoon blow ups.<br /> </div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-24077385452544047752009-05-18T18:10:00.006-04:002009-05-18T18:32:32.054-04:00Experiencing work related traumaMy friend and the school social worker noted in our staffing team meeting today that we have not perhaps spent enough time this year debriefing our traumas. Trauma seems like such a significant word with so much heaviness to it. Trauma is the word I attribute to the children who are severely abused in various ways, experience extreme violence, house fires and other major horrific events. But she is right, we as the professionals have repeatedly been subjected to trauma throughout this year.<br /><br />In this year, I have been attacked physically more than I ever was working in residential. I've been verbally accosted by kids and parents. I have played a role in supporting initial disclosures and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">treatment</span> of significant sexual and physical abuse and other trauma with many children on my case load this year. I know two families that have lost all their possessions to house fires. I know at least five (maybe more) families that have lost a close family member to gun violence in the past six months. I have been threatened by a colleague I should be collaborating with, who instead made me feel like she wanted me removed from my job. And as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">egotistical</span> as it may sound, I did not in any way deserve to be removed or threatened in such a manner. I am good at what I do. You have to engage with this woman and see how she operates and communicates with others to understand the stress she caused for not only me, but many teachers and other staff.<br /><br />The school has functioned this year in a constant state of crisis, only worsening as the year progresses towards the end. The cycle of each school year always makes things <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">challenging</span> in the late spring, last months of the semester. But with the closure of the school and lack of a cohesive team or school, it has been much worse this year. Going from one crisis to another, we have had no time to really debrief as one should when there has been a major trauma. The lack of a team as compared to what was in place at the school last year has left me often feeling very isolated, with only the support of the school social worker. I think if we didn't have at least some moments with each other to vent (they are hard to get sometimes because we are so busy), I would have had an even greater struggle. In addition to the increased professional isolation within the school, my position is one that I am left to be very autonomous. Although I like this in many ways, I do not have the supervision and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">clinical</span> support that I have come to realize all social workers need, regardless of skill level.<br /><br />The scariest part is I started to believe, this is just the path I have chosen. This is what I am supposed to be able to handle each day. If I can't handle all the abuse, maybe I'm not as good of a social worker as I thought I was.<br /><br />I know these thoughts are incorrect. I know I deserve a reasonably healthy working environment, despite the high needs of a population I may work with. I know I deserve to work among a supportive and collaborative team. I've had it before, and I think we as individuals do our jobs better when there is collaboration and support from those around us. I just hope I can attain some sense of that next year . . .<br /><br />Did I mention the nine days? Actually, it is eight with Memorial Day holiday. Sweet.<br /><br />On a lighter note- a parent actually picked their child up on the family's horse today. This is an urban neighborhood, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">y'all</span>. At least there are those moments to shake your head and laugh about.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-84296545540114700942009-05-18T17:53:00.003-04:002009-05-18T18:02:18.869-04:00I thought I left shoplifting in the past with other childhood risk taking.I stopped by the drug store on my way to the second job tonight, mainly to pick up anti-itch cream for my third bout of poison ivy (so far this year). Our yard is plagued with all sorts of itch causing contaminants and random plants. We are working on eradicating them.<br /><br />So, I get my anti-itch cream, decide to treat myself to a carbonated beverage, and walk right out the door. I realized as soon as I walked out that I had forgot to pay for my two items. I freaked out and walked back in, waiting for alarms to sound and someone to place me in handcuffs. In reality, I probably would have never gotten caught. The cashier was oblivious to most things around her. But, I managed to wait in line and add a pack of gum to my purchase.<br /><br />Can we say exhaustion? Nine days of school left. . . .that is the current mantra, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">subtracting</span> one each day.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-47163883025825313192009-05-17T07:40:00.003-04:002009-05-17T07:49:09.259-04:00Two weeks to goI haven't posted much lately because I haven't had much to say. Just busy, tired and extremely stressed. We've got two weeks left at the school. I've agreed to do a talent show, which has put me in an unusual position given my role at the school is somewhat of an outsider (working with an outside agency). I've got all these kids that are now seeking me out for support and guidance on their performance or whatever is on their minds. "Miss Lisa, Can you be my mentor, too?" They don't get it. On top of agreeing to do this to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facilitate</span> some closure for the kids, I am dealing with daily driving one of my kids to partial (intensive daily outpatient treatment) on top of everything else that goes along with the last two weeks of the school year. Teachers and staff, including myself, are wiped out and we are just trying to maintain as best we can to make it through the end.<br /><br />I'm also working out the second job thing. I've been connected with a therapy position at another agency that I can do in the evenings part time, and I will be picking up shifts at the crisis center I worked at during grad school. We'll see how this goes. I need the extra money, but I am not sure what my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">threshold</span> is for working with kids and families who have been abused or are at high risk in other ways. Can't hurt to try though right?<br /><br />So far, I have managed the last couple weekends to really enjoy myself and get what I want out of them. I need the time in order to survive the upcoming week. We were going to take care of some wedding stuff today, but have decided instead to work around the house, work in the yard and engage in our hobbies (me on the pottery wheel and Luke with his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">playstation</span> 3). The wedding stuff can wait. There's plenty of time and I just need to get through the next two weeks.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-83585210455412513022009-05-08T10:20:00.003-04:002009-05-08T10:25:36.780-04:00Mother's Day BrainstormI am at my other school today, the one I am at only one day a week (but slated to be full time here next year). It's nice and quiet compared to my Monday-Thursday school. The therapist here yesterday does a weekly group. It appears that she probably had the boys in the group make Mother's Day cards. There's a lovely list of brainstormed ideas of what they could write. It made me smile, so I wanted to share:<br /><br />You are:<br />beautiful<br />funny<br />nice<br />a good cook<br />caring<br />super<br />kind<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">supercalafragalistic (this is how they spelled it on the board, I really have no clue how that should be spelled.)</span><br />a great mom<br />a wonderful mom<br />a special mom<br />an adorable mom<br />patient<br />understanding<br />good<br /><br />You take good care of me.<br />You listen to me.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-86090922892601642802009-05-08T09:45:00.003-04:002009-05-08T10:20:49.848-04:00The Facebook DilemmaI have been thinking about rejoining F<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">acebook</span>. But, I continue to resist the urge to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">succumb</span> to this form of communication. Once there was a time when email was considered impersonal. Now we stay in touch with each other by status updates? Part of my problem is I have a tendency to over personalize things. Missing out on certain information with friends or certain events, because I am not on F<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">acebook</span>. I tend to find it a little hurtful, although I know it is not personal. That is really the only reason I would rejoin- because I feel like I am missing out.<br /><br />Also, part of my personal insecurities are simply the fact that my relationships have begun to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">change</span>. With Luke, I have established a happy and more domestic life. We do not have money to go out very often, so we don't. I am not intentionally anti-social with others, although sometimes I fear my friends might think that I am. Paranoia. It's a sad thing. <br /><br />So, due to these fears, I think maybe I should get back on F<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">acebook</span>. Maybe I just have to accept that this is the evolution of communication among <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">loved</span> ones. It's the fast track to feel connected to each other when we are far apart and/or too busy to actually call or email each other. But, I just don't want to accept that. I think if we want to sustain our relationships, we can and should make the time. I am speaking about myself here, too. I know I need to be better about communicating and keeping up with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">loved</span> ones. But, I am thinking I would like to be better about writing letters and making phone calls, not letting everyone know on F<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">acebook</span> in a status statement that I am tired at work today, or plan to see Star Trek this weekend.<br /><br />So, the internal debate continues. . .Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-18960153643483900302009-05-07T07:41:00.002-04:002009-05-07T07:43:48.042-04:00Let's Hear It for the EastI think I will encourage Luke to go to grad school on the east coast. They definitely seem to meet my liberal needs more than our current living environment. Let's hear it for civil rights being expanded to <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/POLITICS/05/06/maine.same.sex.marriage/">now the state of Maine</a>.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-78786767193439334582009-05-05T07:12:00.003-04:002009-05-05T07:16:08.616-04:00My accomplishment of the dayAfter working at school all day and then working (albeit, it was pretty easy) at the crisis center all evening yesterday, I managed to get up this morning and do a full 25 minute run on my own. Granted, Luke had to poke me to get out of bed a little. And for those who have lived with me they know me and mornings don't always mix. But I ran it without him, without stopping. I'm pretty proud.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-76211497728814138652009-05-04T21:09:00.002-04:002009-05-04T21:20:42.480-04:00I need a dessertI am always trying to improve my cooking now that I have someone to cook for on the regular, who can't seem much to cook for himself. I think he's just spoiled, although he did once put nutmeg on chicken as a primary (and I think the only) seasoning. <br /><br />I'll soon be working a second job every weeknight in the evenings, so I am planning out our weekend meals to allow for left overs and plan to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pre</span> cook meals that can be heated throughout the week. I've planned our food for the next two weeks. Within that time, we will have our one year anniversary. We have agreed we are not making a huge deal of it or spending money, but I have a homemade gift or two in mind and want to make a nice dinner. <br /><br />I also need a dessert. Desserts are requested almost nightly but rarely available unless I've picked up a pint of Ben and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jerry's</span> or a bag of ginger snaps. I need desserts in general I am willing to make, and preferably won't defeat my fitness goals, but how easy is that? I subscribe to loads of food blogs, a few dessert specific, but can't find anything I feel like making. Any suggestions out there? I needs some tasty ideas that aren't too complex. I am all about spending time on an entree or any savory dish but I lose <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">patience</span> with desserts. Maybe if I had better baking gear . . .<br /><br />Give me any suggestions, please.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-84308663561574656022009-05-04T18:16:00.003-04:002009-05-04T18:54:14.556-04:0018 DaysThat is how long I have left at my current school (counting only school days) before it closes permanently. I am both relieved and frightened by that day count. (We've had one other school in the district close this week for the flu epidemic, and I've joked that I wish our school would so I would have even fewer days.) I picked up a handful of new kids on my case load toward the end of this school year. Most of them are kindergartners with very difficult behaviors. I am doing my best to support the children, hopefully teach them some skills and alleviate the stress of the teachers, but I don't feel like much can be accomplished in a month to two months. Plus, in the summer it is so hard to engage the families that I work with and maintain consistent treatment. It's maintenance- that feels like that is all I can do at this point for some of my families. For the ones who are engaged and really want my services, it is different, but that is a small percentage.<br /><br />I was feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">edgy</span> all day yesterday and I think my anxiety is increasing about all the factors that will come with the closure of this school that has been open for I believe 75-100 years. It is one of the last components holding together a community that is falling apart. Like many communities on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">East side</span> and other parts of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Indianapolis</span> that used to be considered thriving, the area surrounding my school is overloaded with gun and gang violence, drugs, and an ever increasing lack of respect for people and buildings surrounding the area. It seems at least weekly there is a gun fatality in the neighborhood over the past two months. Many of the kids I work with seem to always somehow be related to each person killed. (There's a lot of intermingling between couples, I do believe. Everyone is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">every one's</span> cousin.)<br /><br />Any important community components such as central shopping/grocery and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">fire station</span> have all been long shut down. Even the Village Pantry, the local convenient store mecca, was shut down last year. Hence the reason really for the school closing. As much as Dr. White, the school district's superintendent does things and makes decisions that I am not happy with, I understand the economics of the school closures. Eight schools last year and six this year, mostly due to lowering enrollments and budget restraints.<br /><br />But there is such a personal side to this. 300 teachers, nine of them nominated for teacher of the year, are slated to be laid off. Many teachers that could are not retiring because of the losses in their retirement savings and changes in retirement packages offered by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">IPS</span>. The teachers who have only worked one to three years are the teachers most at risk to lose their jobs. For the families that live in the community, some of them went to the school that their child now attends. While there seems an ambivalence in some neighborhoods, our closure meeting with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">the</span> superintendent was one of the highest attended by families and one of the most heated. There are those who remain in this neighborhood because it is a part of who they are; they do have a sense of community. And now that is all being essentially lost with the closure of the school.<br /><br />So, following that tangent, there in lies some of my anxiety. I am worried about this community in general. I worry that the kids I love have no real safe place to go for leisure and positive experiences. I worry that as the school exits, the community is essentially left with nothing to hold on to.<br /><br />On a personal level and in working with the kids on my caseload, I worry about the kids I know I will have a hard time keeping up with in the summer and what they will be up to without positive support. I worry about the kids I have had in treatment for more than two years, but still need ongoing support (They will be transferred to new therapists at their new schools, but we social workers know how these disruptions can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">interrupt</span> the treatment progress and consistency.) I worry about how this last month will be for me, for them, for the teachers as we all essentially say goodbye to each other.<br /><br />On a selfish level, I am worried about the fact that the Case Manager on my team will move to a new part of our organization and I will be managing my entire caseload on my own this summer. I worry about the transition of transferring all my current clients to their new schools in the fall while at the same time picking up a full case load at a new school location. I worry about feeling like the new guy at the new school location and having to acclimate to a new principal, new teachers and how they operate. But, that also may be an advantage for me to start fresh in a few areas with the new school, especially now that I have improved my skills in the past year when it comes to dealing with difficult administrations.<br /><br />And I have it easy, really. Many of the teachers at my school have been teaching in the same classroom for 20, 30 years or more. I can't imagine the roller coaster of emotions they have gone through as they pack up essentially their lives and move to new schools, which they had to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">reinterview</span> for to keep their jobs. The closure for them will be leaps and bounds beyond what I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">contemplating</span>.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-28029936875766524362009-05-03T16:36:00.002-04:002009-05-03T16:38:42.538-04:00A wordleThis was an interesting Wordle pulled from my blog. I think I saw the word guilt at least twice. Funny.<br /><br /><pre id="embed"> <a href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/806423/Weddings_v_feminism" title="Wordle: Weddings v feminism"> <img src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/806423/Weddings_v_feminism" alt="Wordle: Weddings v feminism" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 4px;" /> </a> </pre>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-35310711125387776362009-05-02T10:16:00.001-04:002009-05-02T10:16:59.204-04:00Be niceThe <a href="http://www.operationnice.com/">loveliness and simplicity of being nice</a>.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-51446861623605462412009-05-02T10:00:00.002-04:002009-05-02T10:11:44.352-04:00Getting back to centerThose who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves<br />of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is a<br />symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds,<br />the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring.<br />There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of<br />nature–the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring<br />after the winter. The lasting pleasures of contact with the natural<br />world…are available to anyone who will place himself under the<br />influence of earth, sea and sky and their amazing life.<br />- Rachel Carson (1907-1964)<br /><br />It has been a really tough week. In addition to the typical outbursts, suspensions, threats to kill, I had a significant hospitalization occur with one of my kids. I also was harboring guilt because the crisis point at which she was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ID'd</span> by police was when I went home sick. I'm not going to go into detail, but it was a bad situation and her life is going to continue to be challenging for quite some time. I'm only human, but damn it seems every time I take a sick day one of my kids falls apart. And feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">completely</span> zapped of energy most of the week didn't help me much. <br /><br />So, now, with the lovely quote above and my intentions for the weekend, I am trying to do my best to expunge the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">stresses</span> of the week and rejuvenate. I had a relaxed and fun evening babysitting last night two of the brightest and most wonderfully raised children I know (I'm biased because she's a very close friend, but she's a damn fine mother) and watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Bolt </span>with Luke at home. (So cute. I cried and contemplated adopting another dog. . . but no). <br /><br />This morning I have gotten in my run and yoga, cleaned out the G-Reader, leaving the only most enjoyable guilty pleasures such as art, music, food and wedding blogs to peruse. I'm headed to the season opener of my neighborhood farmer's market with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nia</span> to get a few veggies, drink more coffee, and visit a friend playing there today (who is also slated to play at our wedding). After that, the rest of the day is reserved for leisurely household chores and working on the pottery wheel. After my morning routine and CBS Sunday morning tomorrow, it will be more chores and more pottery wheel practice.<br /><br />I am feeling better already.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-70512739638002752972009-04-30T19:31:00.002-04:002009-04-30T19:54:33.779-04:00A clarificationAnd maybe a little bit of an apology . . . I apologize for perhaps not being clear and seeming a little passive aggressive, reactionary and anti-feminist.<br /><br />I am not anti-feminist. By all accounts I am feminist because I believe in the core values of feminism. I, of course, believe in advocating for equal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">opportunities</span> for women, just as much as any other category of human beings. I would be a strange social worker to not. I was just trying to vent some of the pressures I feel. I hate to label it as guilt, but after a long discussion with my partner, that is what it appears to be (to others, per his perspective after reading my blog). I do not think I feel guilty, but I do get reactive at times about others who I think are trying to make me feel guilty for the personal choices I make. . . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">okay</span>, so yes, I feel guilty. Perhaps my last entry was a passive aggressive response to that guilt.<br /><br />Part of it, specifically when it comes to the question of a name change, is that I struggle myself with the decision. Yes, I know the idea of a woman changing her last name at marriage is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ingrained</span> historically in patriarchal views of ownership. The things I have read about the history of changing a woman's surname at marriage is actually quite disturbing- for "protection" of family and wealth and "acknowledgement of God's endorsement in the marriage." Yikes. We live in a fairly egalitarian, non religious household so those do not fit us at all. <br /><br />For me though, the idea of possibly changing my name is not about the scary <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">patriarchal</span> ownership of a woman and her possessions and children. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">clearly</span> isn't about God. It's about joining in a partnership with the person I am going to spend the rest of my life with. I like the idea of sharing the same name as symbol of that partnership, not of ownership. Luke knows in a million years he could never "own" me. I think we need to remember that history is the past, things evolve. Traditions may remain throughout culture and time, but they change and evolve into new meanings. People as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">individuals</span> attribute their own meanings to traditions, to make it of import to them. <br /><br />So, I guess, without veering off on another passive aggressive train wreck, I just want to say that I support all feminists. I support all people that promote change and equality for any individual. You know that with my stance on gay marriage, my philosophies as a social worker, and other ways in which I try to live life as an advocate for women, as well as other genders, races, backgrounds. I wholeheartedly believe in the core values of these philosophies and will speak against any one that denies individual rights. I just don't want to be made to feel guilty because I may make a personal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">decision</span> to do something that has patriarchal roots. <br /><br />There it is again . . . guilt. Luke was right. <br /><br />He says I should stop over thinking it. I should just flip a coin. I've got three more months to decide . . .Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-41738929398953783612009-04-29T09:24:00.011-04:002009-04-29T10:47:13.809-04:00Reflections on the pressures of how to have a weddingI am home sick today, so I am taking some of my down time to clean out my starred items in G-Reader. I subscribe to way too many blogs and at times I star things because I want to save them for later (like the beau coup recipes I have loaded on there), don't have time to read them but want to, or I want to reflect and comment on them. Many of these involve thoughts about weddings, the wedding industry, and feminism in regards to weddings/getting married.<br /><br />I have never identified myself as a feminist, personally or to others. I believe in the essential principals of those who announce themselves as feminists believe, but I have always felt partly by societal views of feminism and partly by how far some women take it, it gets a little too extreme for my taste. I also often feel judged, by friends and strangers alike, because perhaps I am not feminist enough. Or, it is not okay that I am considering taking Luke's last name as my own when we get married. Or, that I am totally cool with our gendered roles in the household. Because, dude, Luke cannot cook.<br /><br />I was pretty pleased with how I defined what feminism is to me at a recent ladies night one of my gal pals hosted. I said that it shouldn't be about asserting yourself to show you can fill a typical male role just as well as a man, but that you should be comfortable and confident to do what you want and be who you are, whatever that means to you. When feminism begins to make women feel bad because they like their engagement ring, they want to have the same name, and they wouldn't mind so much if it was financially feasible to stay at home and devote attention to the kids, that's when I get irritated and I think the purpose of feminism is defeated.<br /><br />Aren't we just making life harder on each other by <a href="http://www.feministing.com/archives/013884.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">criticizing</span> personal choices</a>? I understand labeling the whole name change thing as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">patriarchal</span>, but what's wrong with just liking the idea of having the same last name as my partner. Luke has left that decision totally up to me. I think he even would like me to keep my name, just because it's so damn cool, but I am undecided on that one. I actually wish he had an opinion, that might make it a little easier for me. I am trying to convince him we should both take my name- because it is so much cooler- but I think he's worried that would rock the paternal boat a little too much.<br /><br />Then there is the dress issue. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Apparently</span> even a somewhat traditional dress is wrong even if its ivory, not white. I am stoked about my dress. It's not too puffy, it flatters my big ass and suits my quirky style of classic/offbeat/vintage. Plus I will have funky blue shoes if I can find some, does that count? And as for my engagement ring- when we first started talking engagement, I suggested a simple ring with a sapphire. Cheaper, blue (our favorite color) and his birthstone. But he went and surprised me with something a bit more sparkly. How could I refuse that?<br /><br />I realize I am being a little melodramatic, but being a few months away from getting married and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">subscribing</span> to perhaps too many blogs (wedding and non wedding related), I feel inundated by opinions that if you are not offbeat enough or non traditional enough, you are not okay. It's actually these feminist and non traditional folks at times that have made me feel more uncomfortable about our wedding decisions than the traditional wedding industry. Because, as Luke would say, "We do what we likes and we likes what we do." We won't include anything just because some one tells us we have to. That's why I have tried to consolidate the blog roll and keep it to writers I appreciate and respect, such as <a href="http://2000dollarwedding.com/">Sara at 2000 Dollar Budget Wedding</a>, <a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/">Meg at A Practical Wedding</a>, and <a href="http://offbeatbride.com/">Ariel at Offbeat Bride</a>, among a few others. That although <a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/2009/04/in-praise-of-particular.html">some may feel things like favors are ridiculous, for others there is a practicality or special meaning and value behind them</a>. As Meg says in this post, "If instead, we strive to create a wedding that reflects who we are and what we value, we will, without trying, create details that will form an indelible impression in our guests minds, details that will be a gift."<br /><br />I really did not think I would ever meet someone I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">compatible</span> with enough to marry and think I could commit to spending the rest of my life with him. I found in Luke a partner who understands, appreciates and supports me better than anyone I have ever known. I am lucky to have the legal opportunity to bind our commitment in marriage. I know that my friends who are homosexual would not want me to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">abstain</span> from celebrating that opportunity because they can't yet. I definitely have had some moments of getting caught up in the wedding industry. In fact, if I had it to do over again I may have tried to find us a simpler outdoor venue than the one we have. (It's hard being atheists and trying to find a place to have a whole wedding event outside, harder than one might think.)<br /><br />But, in the end, we will have a wedding outside, we will hopefully have many people that love us there to celebrate with us, the details of our ceremony and reception will speak to who we are, we will have fans that some might consider favors (but, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">damn it</span>, it will be hot out there!), and you know my side of the family. . . we value a kick ass party. So it should hopefully be a good time had by all.<br /><br />I think what all pending brides, those who may judge us for being too traditional or not traditional enough need to keep in mind are these mantras:<br />(from <a href="http://2000dollarwedding.com/2009/04/matrimonial-meltdowns-mantras.html">2000 Dollar Budget Bride</a>)<br /><ol><li>No matter what happens, we'll still be married in the end.</li><li>Those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter.</li><li>A wedding is about community, connection, commitment, and fun--not ________ [insert any number of trivial and inconsequential items that the Wedding Industrial Complex claims are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">absolutely</span> essential].</li><li>Our relationship/marriage is more important than our wedding.<br /></li></ol>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-32688717017817108892009-04-27T17:27:00.001-04:002009-04-27T17:30:17.105-04:00ExhaustionI am so exhausted. Just let me whine for a minute. . . I am not sure if it is allergies, a cold, the slight sunburn from my volunteering outside yesterday, work burn out, or if I am still recovering from the (too much) fun we had at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stutz</span> Gallery Open House Friday night, but I am exhausted. <br /><br />I think I could go to bed right now. <br /><br />Maybe it's the swine flu. Kidding.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-62229543716050225042009-04-24T15:01:00.003-04:002009-04-24T15:16:33.221-04:00ShowersI can empathise with the <a href="http://http//www.elizabethannedesigns.com/blog/2009/04/22/but-you-must-have-a-shower/">apathy surrounding a traditional bridal shower</a>. Given we have no bridal party, we also have no expectations about showers, bachelor or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bachelorette</span> parties. I have had a few friends ask and I am not quite sure how to respond to any of them. I definitely don't want anything traditional in the way of girls sitting around while I open a bunch of gifts. Boring. I also don't want themed parties that involve home sales such as cooking gear, candles or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tupperware</span>. Annoying and boring. I wouldn't mind just having a party to celebrate, but isn't that what are reception will be? Just not sure we need to be in on the whole shower thing. Maybe I'll host a green bottle party this summer. . . I need green bottles for my recycled vase project.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-14709061597571027352009-04-23T10:48:00.002-04:002009-04-23T10:50:38.990-04:00Child actor safety and welfareIt looks like the makers of <a href="http://http//www.socialworkblog.org/pressroom/index.php/2009/04/22/slumdog-millionaire-hires-social-worker-to-protect-child-actress/">Slumdog Millonaire </a>were a bit wiser and empathetic, or perhaps just learned from the mistakes of the <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=16368932">Kite Runner makers</a>.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-54777572029962460712009-04-23T10:29:00.003-04:002009-04-23T10:31:05.618-04:00Cute table numbersWe've debated about including Nia in the wedding. I think in the end it would be more of a hassle than it is worth. But, I am digging these table numbers. Maybe mix it up a little more, but what <a href="http://with--this--ring.blogspot.com/2009/04/table-numbers.html">a cute way to include her and make some very visible and eclectic table signs</a>.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-42515099059910119632009-04-22T18:52:00.004-04:002009-04-22T19:44:36.815-04:00My social work lifeI have had lots of moments in the past few weeks again where I am writing all sorts of commentary in my head about my work life- things I would like to post. Such as the fact that the Medicaid cuts are now affecting hospitalizations of kids seriously at risk and threatening to kill others, the fact that I had to watch a kid with RAD who was really just reacting to her triggers get arrested last week, or the fact that I am working with a mom who was doubling up on medication prescribed to her child (and I wonder if maybe taking some for herself). But I just can't write at length about any of these things. They are weighing me down enough. I am seriously getting burnt out at my lack of progress with so many kids and families.<br /><br />But, today was different. Today was a day that I was reminded why I do what I do and that eventually, things can improve. That was essentially the same pep talk I got from an older, wiser, more experienced colleague a few weeks ago. A person I respect very much. I think she is aware I am feeling like I have hit a wall. My school is closing. I work with ten year olds being initiated into gangs. I have chronic families whose kids do not improve because their parents cannot make changes for themselves. I have school staff pointing fingers and wondering why my magic wand is not working. <br /><br />But today I got a little of what my colleague was talking about in her pep talk. It may take time and you may feel like you are repeating yourself, but in time you see a positive change for these children. It can be any combination of things- the parents change how they manage the situation, a bad influence exits the stage, the medication prescribed seems to work in the way it supposed to to manage symptoms, what we say actually resonates with the child. . . that spark is created that motivates real change. The case manager I supervise has provided most of the interventions for a child we work with. I child I see so much intelligence and heart in, but a child who became increasingly frustrating because it felt like nothing reached him. In the past week, he has gotten positive notes at almost every end of the day from his teacher, he is coming to me to talk about concerns he has for his sister (also a client of mine) and her peer difficulties, he is open and seeks support and "breaks" when he feels his trap doors being opened. I am not sure what has sparked or changed. I am afraid to ask him for fear of jinxing it or something. This is the kid I thought was headed for the gang Murder Squad 13. But he is coming into his own as the insightful, thoughtful individual I have always known him to be but feared was slipping away. I like to think the work we have done has finally helped him get here. Mainly, the work my CM at the school has done with him. I hope it lasts.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-55802841708062543432009-04-22T18:41:00.005-04:002009-04-22T18:48:45.814-04:00Little birdiesI was pretty anti-cake topper. We've got a yummy lemon cake planned. And that's all that matters right, the taste. Well, maybe a little bit is presentation. I even labored over the strawberry lemon cake I made just for me and Luke the other day (it turned out lopsided, but I still made sure the strawberry slices looked pretty). I have always hated traditional cake toppers and the ones I had seen were silly cliches of the man and wife, wife dragging groom to be married, all ridiculous. But I thought these guys were pretty cute, so now we'll have a cake topper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se-dPML9k3I/AAAAAAAABNo/TZMuk_TE3OQ/s1600-h/our+cake+topper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se-dPML9k3I/AAAAAAAABNo/TZMuk_TE3OQ/s400/our+cake+topper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327649768497582962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now I am into the bird thing. Trying to keep it outdoorsy, natural, and DIY as much decor as I can, I am thinking about making birds with all my new clay tools. Maybe place card holders- ceramic birds. . . a 150 of them? That probably won't happen. But I might experiment a little with some simple forms like these:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se-dVbYEcGI/AAAAAAAABNw/xdKF_swyVJs/s1600-h/BHS-ceramic-birds.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se-dVbYEcGI/AAAAAAAABNw/xdKF_swyVJs/s400/BHS-ceramic-birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327649875654111330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se-dZMTGr1I/AAAAAAAABN4/k7TH6Oup9w0/s1600-h/2457004264_ae8837e797.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se-dZMTGr1I/AAAAAAAABN4/k7TH6Oup9w0/s400/2457004264_ae8837e797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327649940326231890" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-17998831468716105362009-04-22T18:37:00.002-04:002009-04-22T18:41:35.872-04:00Mmm, fresh rosemaryI've got a random chicken concoction baking in the oven right now with loads of fresh rosemary. I bought it at the grocery, but the gorgeous smell has me so tempted to get that garden started this weekend. I need to be growing my own fresh herbs and some of the veggies we use so often. They are too expensive in the stores and it would be so wonderful to say it came from our yard. I am thinking I may pick a few plants up at <a href="http://locallygrowngardens.com/">Locally Grown</a> this weekend. <br /><br />Em, you ready?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481158.post-45975852867021500262009-04-21T12:11:00.002-04:002009-04-21T12:21:48.813-04:00The catI mentioned the cat when we got her in February. After hiding out in her "sanctuary" for a couple weeks, she came out of seculsion, but only really to socialize with Nia. They are like two little love birds. Well, actually, I think Nermal loves Nia. Nia just puts up with it. Poor Nia. We have been using her to get the cat near us. If Nia is sitting with us, the cat will usually join. Nermal has gradually let us pet her more, but she still remains aloof. I've never had a cat that exerts such stereotypical independence. Nia is still the favored pet, even though she has recently again taken to chewing on unlawful items (such as raw steak and our Farkle game).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se3wlPsAAyI/AAAAAAAABNY/oo4CzEDekHQ/s1600-h/CIMG1179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se3wlPsAAyI/AAAAAAAABNY/oo4CzEDekHQ/s400/CIMG1179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327178456906072866" /></a><br />Nermal at about 9 weeks<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se3xP5o-dSI/AAAAAAAABNg/nNj4w7uI4jk/s1600-h/CIMG1242.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_08MACLSaewU/Se3xP5o-dSI/AAAAAAAABNg/nNj4w7uI4jk/s400/CIMG1242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327179189722182946" /></a><br />Nia and Nermal recently, cuddling up togetherLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12419311028694573337noreply@blogger.com0