I'm having one of the most bizarre experiences of my personal life. I work at a residential home for teenage boys. The day of Thanksgiving a new hire shattered his foot playing basketball with the boys. The next day an eight year residential worker lost it and grabbed a boy by the back of the neck after a minor conflict and abusively restrained him. An hour or so later the boy tried to commit suicide. I filled in many hours in the weeks after, during which we had one resident losing control of himself and violently acting out. At the same time we have another resident fueling much of the chaos in nonviolent but straining behavior. There was an investigation into the actions of the abusive behavior of my coworker and the other day he was let go. This has left us under staffed, which is natural but stressful; it's been mainly myself and another worker who have had to try our hardest to maintain the safety of the house. Today we had another boy sexually expose himself to the director. I just got a call from a co-worker telling me that our director lost it tonight and after needing a fill in for the third shift, that she called the president of the agency telling him to cover it and then after an argument with him, she resigned.
My stress level was through the roof last Wednesday. My thoughts, emotions and physical body felt like they were moving through sludge. After having a pretty productive supervision meeting with my director, I was able to hysterically cry and scream my brains out on the drive home. That actually revived me completely and I felt renewed and even joyful in the days after. But now, even before I knew the director resigned, my stress level returned. I think one of the few things getting me through this is the drive to keep these boys safe. In a residential home with a mix of strong abusive and abused behaviors its not easy under normal circumstance. Under these circumstance it's very hard.
I have to wonder if much of this is part of my own doing. When I started working at the shelter about a year and a half ago, it was an incredibly negative work environment. There was much infighting between shifts and just a lot of toxicity. I decided to try and create a healthy environment for myself and for the boys we are supposed to be trying to help. Some were drawn towards it, others not so much. The worker who abused the boy had a lot of old resent towards some other workers, and the new environment was bringing up these things more and more. It was particularly frustrating to him that people weren't joining with him on the animosity he felt towards others. I actually expected some turmoil to come with the new environment, but nothing like this. It was actually pretty amazing for about a month when people were really working together; the house was incredibly stable, and the resident's behavior reflected that. Going to work was smooth and relaxed; there were virtually no behavior problems with the boys. I guess it was the calm before the storm.
I just wanted to share. If anyone has any input I could use it.
My stress level was through the roof last Wednesday. My thoughts, emotions and physical body felt like they were moving through sludge. After having a pretty productive supervision meeting with my director, I was able to hysterically cry and scream my brains out on the drive home. That actually revived me completely and I felt renewed and even joyful in the days after. But now, even before I knew the director resigned, my stress level returned. I think one of the few things getting me through this is the drive to keep these boys safe. In a residential home with a mix of strong abusive and abused behaviors its not easy under normal circumstance. Under these circumstance it's very hard.
I have to wonder if much of this is part of my own doing. When I started working at the shelter about a year and a half ago, it was an incredibly negative work environment. There was much infighting between shifts and just a lot of toxicity. I decided to try and create a healthy environment for myself and for the boys we are supposed to be trying to help. Some were drawn towards it, others not so much. The worker who abused the boy had a lot of old resent towards some other workers, and the new environment was bringing up these things more and more. It was particularly frustrating to him that people weren't joining with him on the animosity he felt towards others. I actually expected some turmoil to come with the new environment, but nothing like this. It was actually pretty amazing for about a month when people were really working together; the house was incredibly stable, and the resident's behavior reflected that. Going to work was smooth and relaxed; there were virtually no behavior problems with the boys. I guess it was the calm before the storm.
I just wanted to share. If anyone has any input I could use it.