The Things People Do

One of the things about the job I am doing is I get to read reports and hear about, straight from the horse’s mouth sometimes, the horrible things people do to one another. It’s a situation I’ve never really found myself in before.  I mean, you hear stuff on the news or are many degrees of separation removed from what x has done to y who did z to their kid but never have I had to be in a situation where I have come face to face with x or y.

I always wondered what I would do in such a situation.  Part of me thought I would, you know, give ‘em what for, let them know how disgusting they were, tell them exactly what was wrong with them and direct them towards the nearest bridge to jump off - which I realised I would never do because, well, I’m far too much of a chicken to and when people are that disgusting what would me telling them that they are accomplish (other than me getting a smack in the mouth?)

There was another part of me that  thought I was too jaded to get upset about things like that.  I was both surprised and relieved to find out that this wasn’t the case.

Some nights I have come home and just wanted to cry.  I have had to wipe away a tear of sympathy or anger at work too, and sometimes it can be difficult to get through typing up the reports.  But you just have to get on with it and that’s all I have to do.  The people I have respect for are the counsellors, the social workers, the mediators, the solicitors and… well x and y’s family members who don’t do z to them when it all comes out.

I don’t even know why I’m mentioning it today - just feeling a bit wibbly…  A bit over-emotional about things.  This is what I get for watching The Neverending Story.