I have had many special mental health workers who have given me a lot of time and attention. Their interest in me has helped me reach many personal goals such as losing weight, budgeting and earning money. And they have helped me to develop living skills such as cooking and cleaning.
They have also given me great support when I've told them about my emotional problems. They've made me feel like they believe in me and are on my side. As I get closer to them and my goals, the more I rely on them. This is especially the case when I see them almost every day.
Unfortunately the nature of the job means workers come and go. So a lot of the hard work we have done together becomes undone once they leave. Their departure feels like a big hole in my life. Getting used to a new worker and their different ways is a huge readjustment process.
Finding a good mental health worker you can connect with is almost luck. With some you hit it off, with others you don't. They all offer varying levels of help. There are workers who just want to talk and there's not much action, which doesn't help me in the long run.
Then there are the workers who bend over backwards to try to help me. It is these people who are the hardest ones to say goodbye to. I have had some wonderful male workers who did odd jobs for me around my apartment and came to the rescue when something went wrong. But when they left I felt insecure without their help. Workers who helped me kick addictions such as shopping and overeating were great but unfortunately when they left the addictions were back.
Losing the workers who I feel have been on my side feels almost as bad as losing a match, especially when we were the perfect match. Often they are irreplaceable.
Despite the many workers that have come in and out of my life I do try to hang onto the good times and memories. Many of them have made me experience great joy especially supporting me with my goals and dreams. They have been almost like mentors.
There are workers who have felt like friends. Some of the female workers and I would do many girly things like our nails and makeup together. Their departure is like losing a friend.
A sudden death
In many ways a worker's departure is almost like a death. However sometimes I'll see them again if they come to visit or I bump into them in the street. They ask me how I am and this gives me a little bit of solace. But I also try to understand that they too, just like me, have to progress and move on.