Two years ago I wrote this post about being the new kid at work.
At the time I was feeling too new, like I wasn’t fitting in, and wondering if I ever would fit in.
In the post I wrote that someday I would look back on it and laugh.
And here I am, laughing.
I don’t know when it happened. When I went from being the new kid to belonging there.
But I belong now.
It’s been two years. I’m in a new position now. But I still feel like I belong.
My coworkers have become friends.
We laugh together. We cry together (in theory anyways, not in real life). We talk, we support, we help.
It’s a great atmosphere. One I’m glad I belong to. Without it I couldn’t do the work that I do. Without it I would have quit a long time ago.
The place you work matters a lot. Especially in social work. The support of your teammates is invaluable. Having people who understand the work and the toll it can take on a person.
It is one of the biggest factors in taking care of yourself I think.
Without a supportive work environment there is nothing.
Work becomes home. It’s a place you are all the time after all. It needs to be a place you belong.
And I belong.
I belong to a family of social workers.