There are many life events that have encouraged or played a part in the decision to become a part of the Human service field, the most influential one is a recent move from my home town Anchorage, AK to Washington and second would be a close friends experience with addiction.
My recent move to Washington where my twin sister was up until recently had me searching for hope and strength. I am a single mother of three children and moving was the furthest thing from my mind, but my twin sister bragged and boosted about how great Washington was and I knew I needed an opportunity to start over fresh, due to some personal issues. I moved without having a job lined up hoping that I could get a job at the hospital my sister worked for (not something I would normally do) knowing that I had saved some money prior to moving after several attempts of Appling for jobs through the hospital and no prospects I started to get worried I was not going to get a job. Money was going fast between food, rent, daycare and gas I was not sure what to do, so I went to the local public assistance office in search of resources available to individual in the area (jobs, daycare, medical ECT.) I just needed a little bit of help until I got a job. Not being familiar with the system I was not quite sure what to do and how to do it, so I sat and waited for an interview with a social worker/case worker to find out, needless to say the experience was not a good one. I remember the day as if it were yesterday, the social worker was not very friendly and never even made eye contact with me basically talking down to me and treating me as if I had walked into her office asking her for a personal hand out. I did not even want to be there and by the time the interview was over I was crying and felt worthless after going through that experience and waiting two months before I would get any help I decided I was going to become a social worker. I could only imagine how many