I'm a Mental Health Nurse. I'm fucking proud of my job, I love it and I do it well. We're supposed to help people and do. Yes there is massive room for improvement in the mental health services and yes, mistakes do happen. But believe it or not we do help, we do the jobs that most people couldn't and we do make a difference.
Then there is THIS GUY. Way to disgrace my profession, man...
I've had the misfortune to work with old Ian. Both at ADHB and WDHB. Ian always appeared out of his depth, an anxious man who would cover his anxiety with bravado.I'm not sure we got on that well, in fact, I disliked him, and I'm pretty sure he disliked me. I moved into a crisis team when he was still in ICU and then I understand the wheels fell off.. However, did I trust Ian to have my back? Yes.. have I been in a few scrapes with Ian? Yes. Could I work with him on a professional level? yes. Had I the (not unreasonable)assumption that he had a basic grasp of ethics, morals and boundaries? yes. I had no clue that things could be so wrong in the man's head that he could stoop so low.
I've also worked rather extensively with the "vulnerable Woman" in the past, and I find it INCOMPREHENSIBLE that anyone. ANYONE could think that with her level of "Vulnerability" that a sexual relationship with a man who nursed her could be anything other than abusive, immoral and unethical. Nice one. GGRRRRRR. I've lost my train of thought. I can even put a sentence together....HOW DARE YOU?. shame on you, Ian. Shame on you.
Postgraduate course in ethics? how about breaking it down a little bit simpler for ol' Ian... Here you go man, three golden rules. Write em' down a hundred times...Genius
DON'T HIT THEM DON'T STEAL FROM THEM DON'T FUCK THEM
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