Personal Narrative: Disability Support Worker
Disability support worker; what does mean? To someone who is unaware of the term, they may think that it is just adult babysitting. Aside from that being offensive, it is so much more than that. It is devoting your time to spend with a person and to make them feel like person. To one person, it may not seem much to some, but to the right person, it could mean the world. Having the opportunity to meet individuals and making them feel empowered meant the world to me, and the smile on their face for their success. With knowing that you made an impact on their life, it makes a person feel like anything is possible. I had spent 6 wonderful days in the Elmwood Residents group home. From scared, excited, to compassionate, I had felt all feelings
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I had taken a closer look in the house to see how it differs from a regular house. I had noticed there were patch jobs in the hall ways. I had inquired about it to the staff member and they had told me that it from one of the residents who I violent a lot and had constant mood swings. In my mind, I thought yikes, I better stay out of his way. I had done just that, but only for a little bit. Later that night, he was into watching the roughrider game, so I had thought this might be an opportunity to try to bond with the guy. Even though I knew nothing about the sport, it was worth it. By the of the game, we were cheering and laughing. I had felt an instant connection with this individual. After the shift was over and I had left. I had started to shred tears because I was thinking, how many people would neglect a person like that because of something out of their control. Once time was given and wanting to spend it with the person made the difference.
The forth night, I gained community experience. That night the recreational activity was a Halloween movie which was held at the Kinsmen Manner. Being able to see, not just the residents from the house I was at, but from many from all over the city coming together. This to me is the emotional definition of community. Having everyone participating in an activity and working together, I had seen familiar face and new smiles. Seeing someone so excited to see you across the room who is a stranger, it had opened my eyes and lifted my
I had taken a closer look in the house to see how it differs from a regular house. I had noticed there were patch jobs in the hall ways. I had inquired about it to the staff member and they had told me that it from one of the residents who I violent a lot and had constant mood swings. In my mind, I thought yikes, I better stay out of his way. I had done just that, but only for a little bit. Later that night, he was into watching the roughrider game, so I had thought this might be an opportunity to try to bond with the guy. Even though I knew nothing about the sport, it was worth it. By the of the game, we were cheering and laughing. I had felt an instant connection with this individual. After the shift was over and I had left. I had started to shred tears because I was thinking, how many people would neglect a person like that because of something out of their control. Once time was given and wanting to spend it with the person made the difference.
The forth night, I gained community experience. That night the recreational activity was a Halloween movie which was held at the Kinsmen Manner. Being able to see, not just the residents from the house I was at, but from many from all over the city coming together. This to me is the emotional definition of community. Having everyone participating in an activity and working together, I had seen familiar face and new smiles. Seeing someone so excited to see you across the room who is a stranger, it had opened my eyes and lifted my