Our adult social worker talks about living in a world where funding cuts are just part of the furniture, and her fear for her clients
I’m used to the nervous shuffling when I mention my job. Not only do I work in the flabby public sector but worse still, I’m a front line social worker. I am incredibly proud of the work I do but there is a general disdain both of social workers and the clients with whom we interact. We don’t have the more general public appreciation that doctors, nurses and policemen do – something about the job invites “rather you than me” comments and no one is handing out the ‘proud to be a social worker’ t-shirts.
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