My job is really hard, not that any job is necessarily easy, but this job definitely meets "really hard" as an understatement.
I work as a therapist with families that have a teenager(s) who is legally defined as "delinquent." Because this is often their last chance before the state decides that out of home placement is necessary, the therapy I offer is VERY intensive.
I see my families several times throughout each week. I am in the homes working with the entire family (this includes primary caregivers and all the other kids in the family), I go to all the court dates, and I am in the schools working on improving their behavior there (most kids in legal trouble are also performing poorly at school or are truant). I work crazy hours - way more than the 40 hours a week I'm paid for. I leave early in the morning and I often don't get back until late at night. A big part of my job is working with parents/primary caregivers on their parenting techniques (because kids wouldn't get into so much trouble if they had rules to follow, consequences and rewards associated, good supervision, and had positive behavior modeled to them). This, as you can imagine, often leads to some heated conflict. I can't tell you how many parents don't want to parent ... its ridiculous. If you don't want to parent your kids, then don't have kids.
Anyways... I'll stop myself from that rant - because that could last forever.
With any taxing job it is important to add self care into the routine. Yet it is a struggle to do that when you are gone from early morning to late at night and only have time to eat and sleep in between.
So I do what I can.
This week I had a home visit near some stables. The family had some safety concerns regarding one of the kids, so I had to stick around the area in case it turned into an emergency (but I was trying to empower the parents to handle it - so I didn't want to be right at the home) and decided to fit in a few minutes of breathing time with this guy.