Finally,working in the psychiatric ward for two weeks ended today. How should I describe it?Hmm...fun?exciting?a total new experience,and yes!! fatigue!
I wouldn't choose to work there after graduation. I find it very depressing to work there. Full alert is needed, words are chosen wisely before you open your mouth, oh dear,it is like you need to always be stronger than them.
During the first day, I was scared as one of them said good morning, all of you are new bees right?.My mind was full with:''what?she knows?does that mean that we are going to get bullied?.
Actually that is just a stigma, the society dosen't want to go any nearer to this group of people as they thinks that these group of people is crazy. But in fact,they are awake at times, they can still function, just that they are disturb by the hearing voices and seeing illusions. I learned that this group of people also lacks a lot of family support. What some of them are asking is just a little bit more of love, someone to talk to, someone to lend them a hand, someone to sing with them.
To us, their life is crazy, but to them, it is so real that they are actually scared by the voices and vision that keeps disturbing them, but we as outsiders didn't realize and acknowledge their fear, instead we put the blame on them by pointing our fingers at them, claiming tht they are a havoc to the society. Love them people, they are just as normal as us.
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