Moving house is mentally exhausting, and how much of your personal life do you decide to share with coworkers and clients?

I’m not physically moving until mid-late January and I am already stressed. I think I’m stressed a reasonable amount for the situation and I’m also balancing it with excitement. So, really I’m complaining for the sake of complaining – which can be therapeutic and bonding!

That relates to my current train of thought – how much of my personal sh*t do I share with my co-workers and clients? I know, I know. There’s no right answer. Everyone’s different, everyone’s work environment and relationships to people at work is different, and so on. Still…

While I was doing my Bachelor of Social Work degree at uni, I was taught to have an absolute concrete hard line between my personal and professional life. Pfft. Boundaries are important but that is impossible – like literally impossible.

Current best practice and training (ugh there’s always better stuff when you’ve already left) shows that social workers/therapist are more effective when they show they’re human. Every social worker I’ve meet agrees that there are hard limits (e.g. don’t add your clients on your personal Facebook!) but the other stuff is a bit more grey and wibbly-wobbly.

I use discretion to decide whether or not something I share is appropriate. I generally follow the principle most social workers follow is – I only share it if it has a purpose and helps the client. That being said, why deny that I’m feeling a bit tired or anything else that shows that I’m human and imperfect? The days of therapists presenting this perfect impenetrable have-my-life-together are over! Or at least for those of us that keep up to date with Best Practice with capital B and P.

You have to model the model – be imperfect, be vulnerable, be human and show that it is okay to be all those things you’re telling clients are okay! If you say one thing then to the contrary then why would the client believe you?

Or relate to you.

Or trust you.

So my point is that I’m really tired guys. Moving sucks. Buying furniture sucks and is so expensive. The dog in the box photo I found is cute though.

And you can always trust me to be honest and imperfect.

Peace,

Michelle


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