Role Play In Social Work

I knew at this point that if I didn’t get out my son and I would have been killed. As a result I saved my life, my son’s life, and my husband’s life so he wouldn’t spend the rest of his life in prison. This choice which was not easy, to make and was a very scary decision but turned out to be the right choice. Even though my husband and I no longer communicate my son has a great relationship with his father and his family today.

Session held at client's home. When DI arrived to session Lomax was playing the piano. Lomax did a great job ,following instructions given by DI such as cleaning his room, fixing his bed, clean ups his bathroom. Lomax need it more than two directive prompt and one model prompt to wash the dishes. Lomax refused to wash the dishes DI and client's mom need it to prompt after Lomax was done with the dishes Lomax did an science experiment to show to DI. DI and Lomax talk about middle school, based on Lomax information he is exited to go to middle school because he will have band Monday-Friday. I'd addition Lomax mentioned to DI that he doesn't like to ride the bus because there are kids go are mean to him and the kids on the bus are too loud. DI,

The only memories I had to share were the ones that we created while he behind bars. Honestly, I never wanted to share those stories. When people asked me about my father I always bit my inner jaw in effort to keep the tears at bay. I always felt as if no child should have to experience those feelings. And although I know I was not the only child in that type of situation, it definitely felt as I was. I had to deal with the absence of my father for four years. At a young age I became more independent. My sister and I had to learn to pick up many motherly duties because my mother long, weird hours. We ate less Those years were long and hard but I felt like they were detrimental in my evolution progress.

For the Video Assignment, we were assigned the Lorenzo and Lia case which deals with a single mother named Ms. Lopez whose children have been removed from her home. A report was filed due to the fact that Ms. Lopez’s children were left home alone and her house was unsanitary. From this case, for the video assignment, we were assigned to role play with this case. Three students would participate and we would each roll play the roles of the social worker, Ms. Lopez, and the videographer.

The concept of doing a social work simulation interview is easy to digest and imagine. It is in the practical application of said simulation that feelings of nervousness, embarrassment, and tentativeness emerge. Coupled with the addition of an audience, the stress of performing ‘correctly’ is compounded. Thinking theoretically about social work gives time for insight, reflection, and the creation of various forms of practice application, dependent upon the environment, client(s), and issues involved. I was surprised how quickly my training was mostly forgotten when confronted with a live scenario; falling back on my gut reactions and intuition to guide my session. In this essay I will attempt to describe the client and practitioner demographics, exchange, and contexts, with a focus on my social location and reflexivity.

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

My dad left before I was born and the majority of my family lives in Australia, so with the sudden loss of my mother I was on my own as a 16 year old girl to pay bills, handle lawyers, keep up the house, and take care of myself. I refused to let this ruin my day. I was determined to have a normal life. I didn't realize how big of a deal my mom being arrested was.

• As practitioners we should also get support. As practitioners this can become very stressful and upsetting for us when we are involved in a case of suspected abuse or actual abuse, so it is important that we can talk to others about this, but because of strict confidentiality you must not talk to anyone who does not need to know. Your Supervisor /manager/colleagues can help support you but remember again this information is confidential so only talk to other professionals that you can legally confide in. Your manager/supervisor will put you in touch with an outside professional that you can talk things over with. This is usually a Social worker or a person from the NSPCC.

Two years ago, when I was working as an intern at the Committee Against Domestic Abuse, I came across a shelter resident who shared her experience of domestic abuse and violence to me. At that time, I realized I was lost of words and ended up staying in silence. That incident incited in me various questions, like what could I have said, was staying silent helpful, would it have been okay if I had asked more questions, and what could I have said to make it okay? These questions have followed me since, and even now, sometimes I struggle to find answers when I come across clients with a traumatic history.

As part of our preparation for placement, we were required to make a role play on a given scenario in pairs. Each of us had to play the role of the social work student and the service user. We chose to use Miss Allen’s scenario, because we both had experience of working the adults. In preparation for this task, we met twice to clarify our roles and discussed the scenario as we understood it. We also discussed how we were going to assess Miss Allen, and what help we would offer her. The preparation was an important part of our task because it challenged us to think of the interview within its widest context, taking into account the particular needs of Miss Allen, agency policy and procedure and ourselves as student social

Abuse can be targeted at and happen to anyone, whether it is physical, emotional, sexual and financial. Whether this has happened as a one off occurrence or repeatedly, there are a variety of reasons why an individual may not disclose the abuse they have suffered.

My mom and some of our other family members would go visit him and talk to him. Every time I went I tried to keep his head on my success and make him proud so he could have something to look forward to when he came home. My family had told me this would be a long wait so I buckled in for the ride. The day he went to court and that judge read off all the things he had done was the worst day of my life.

Social workers encourage clients to alter behaviors and habits that often improve their quality of life. It has been determined that although interventions are created to assist with positive changes there are difficulties adapting to those changes. Author observed modification of behavior in project established by course professor, and these methods of modification were enforced implementing positive reinforcement and rule reinforcement. Although difficult there is a successfully overcome behavioral changes over time. This paper will explore authors sample behavioral modifications to empathize with the difficulty clients undergo with behavior modifications implemented for interventions.

Then the day came that I stood before the judge, as he sentenced me to 60-days in the county jail. I had just kissed my kid’s goodbye outside, as I didn’t want them to see me handcuffed and taken away. Watching their eyes fill up with confusion and sadness, broke every part of my heart that remained. Explaining to them that I did something bad and needed to be punished, was something I felt ashamed of. Especially that I would be absent from their lives, was by far my greatest struggle. I just knew that I had to rise from this and come back stronger than the person I was

I remember it well because it became the most mature decision I had ever made. I was thirteen at the time, and although I still am, I am not embarrassed to say that I was more mature back then than I am now. Nights before, my mom and I had been thinking about my dad’s decision to come home late, impaired by the most dangerous drug of all. She had told him to stop but he would respond by saying that if we didn’t accept his ways, then he would leave. His comeback always had something to do with the fact that ‘we couldn’t accept him’ and that he ‘accepted our faults and mistakes.’ My mom could never answer back to that because one wrong word, and my dad would find the