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Jun. 14th, 2009 04:24 pmWas flicking through books earlier trying to get some work done. Pictures on one page were, in order: happy family, happy family talking to doc, developing foetus, anencephalic baby. Oh god, I wasn't expecting that to be the end of that particular picture story. Bit of warning might have been nice, if it had even been in a chapter on birth defects it'd have been grand. Well, not grand, but less disturbing.
Week in work ended up well, or as well as things can go when you're after spending time on the phone to various support services that I wish weren't needed but am glad exist. I need to do a lot more thinking and writing on support services for me. Have started about a dozen posts on the subject this week alone. It's not often that I need a thorough debriefing session, but when I do, where do I go? To my classmates, usually, if there is anyone around. But even within that group there are some I'd go to before others. Those I socialise with, for starters. Because I don't have to explain every time why something in particular is upsetting to me, they know my history. Talking about these things in work shorthand is easier at times.
A certain amount of maternity background is important, at times, though I've found that explaining exactly why something is a Bad Thing to be somewhat cathartic in itself. Talking good, talking helpful.
Diaries, I've tried them. I worry that there's too much identifying information in them. So they get burned every so often. (I keep a separate work diary to my regular one.) I'm a big fan of talking about things. There isn't any formal support system for midwives in the hospitals that I can see. While I'm still a student I have access to placement co-ordinators and am lucky in that the ones in my place will make time to listen and are perspicacious enough to know when something is really really affecting me. I've seen things that would make your blood boil and your hair curl but also things that fill my heart with such joy that the world is a brilliant and wonderful place to be.
I don't know what's best here for me. Writing this more so I'll remember that. And as a reminder to do more work on the subject.
Week in work ended up well, or as well as things can go when you're after spending time on the phone to various support services that I wish weren't needed but am glad exist. I need to do a lot more thinking and writing on support services for me. Have started about a dozen posts on the subject this week alone. It's not often that I need a thorough debriefing session, but when I do, where do I go? To my classmates, usually, if there is anyone around. But even within that group there are some I'd go to before others. Those I socialise with, for starters. Because I don't have to explain every time why something in particular is upsetting to me, they know my history. Talking about these things in work shorthand is easier at times.
A certain amount of maternity background is important, at times, though I've found that explaining exactly why something is a Bad Thing to be somewhat cathartic in itself. Talking good, talking helpful.
Diaries, I've tried them. I worry that there's too much identifying information in them. So they get burned every so often. (I keep a separate work diary to my regular one.) I'm a big fan of talking about things. There isn't any formal support system for midwives in the hospitals that I can see. While I'm still a student I have access to placement co-ordinators and am lucky in that the ones in my place will make time to listen and are perspicacious enough to know when something is really really affecting me. I've seen things that would make your blood boil and your hair curl but also things that fill my heart with such joy that the world is a brilliant and wonderful place to be.
I don't know what's best here for me. Writing this more so I'll remember that. And as a reminder to do more work on the subject.
