Social Work Narrative

Interventions for clients with SC abuse are generally similar to that of natural cannabis. Effective treatments include the following strategies (Lee, Freeburn, Ella, Miller, Perry and Conigrave 2012):

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

At the career fair, I received an opportunity to have a conversation with a rep of Iowa Department of Administrative Services. We first, made an eye contact with a hand shake. We talked about what my interested, following what I see myself doing in the future. I told her I am not sure if I want to go and get my master’s in health promotion or go into occupational therapy. She told me they have job openings in public health. When it comes to Occupational therapy they work with hospitals.

Thirty professionally trained and licensed staff members with a minimum of five years work experience each are ready to address families and patients’ social and emotional needs. Our goal is to provide patients and families with exceptional care during trying times so they can attain their maximum level of psychosocial functioning.

    My dad eventually comes upstairs, and mom tells me to tell him what i said to her.He looked at her and just said I think we all need to talk about some stuff.As we all transtion into my parents room you caould just feel the tensition and worriness between my mother and father.As we sit

Do we really have to leave? All my friends are here, I don’t want to leave. It’s all because of dad’s job. Salem’s such a colder area. I think this to myself as I get dress for my last day of school in Newbery. I decided to wear a blue dress with a white scarf, it has little ruffles on the bottom half. I took my black hair and tied it up in a pretty laces ribbon. My mother gave me the ribbon when I turned 12 this year. My hair blow around when I opened the door to leave for school. As I arrive to school I start to become depressed. My friends seem to notice of the day, Sam asked if I was ok, but we all know why I was sad. I say my good byes as I walk back to the house. Dads waiting for me, He looks like an egger dog that can’t wait to go.

My interest in community service began in high school when I joined Key Club, a community service and leadership building organization focused on volunteer work. As time went on, I became the Junior Board Director, representing and guiding eleventh grade students during volunteer projects. We raised money for ZZ (UNICEF) and the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society (ZZ), organized social carnivals for Big Brothers Big Sisters, and helped set up and run-walks for March of Dimes and the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, to name a few. I enjoy volunteering because it gives me a chance to share my many skills while learning new skills and working with people of all

My nose fills with the sensational smell of garlic bread as I bound down the stairs. My dad just got home from work and I greet him with a massive hug. Dinner is just about ready so my brother and I set the table. My mom, dad, brother, and I sit down and begin eating our spaghetti dinner. We sit in the sad, scared silence we usually do ever since we moved here.We all know that we wish we were still in Carlsbad with the rest of our family and that with everything going on there’s nothing we can do to change that. So, we sit in silence because we are also tired of hearing about how close we are to nuclear war. Then out of nowhere my brother slings a fat meatball at me from across the table. For the first time in a long time, I can hear the cackle of my mom and dad’s laughter that sounds like music to my ears. The table erupts with laughter and I can feel the mood of my whole entire family shift back to the happy easy going people that I know and love. For the first time since we moved here, I thought I could actually get used to living here with my one of a kind family. Then the bomb sirens go off, only this time we can see the bright balls of light headed our

My first day on the job as a new Licensed Bachelor Social Worker and my client is about to walk through the door, my feelings would be all over the place. I would first feel excited because it took me a long time to get where I am at and I’d be very proud of my accomplishments, but then after the moment of excitement passes the feeling of nervousness comes. In the moment of being nervous all of my confidence would fly out of the window and I wouldn’t be very confident about my skills of truly helping the client with their issue. I would be freaking out and think that everything that I learned in college that would prepare me for my first time with my client was forgotten completely but really it would have just been forgotten for the moment

At the age of nine my mother would leave me and my two little sisters at home to go clean these offices in plants at Boardman, Oregon. She would only work Saturday morning for five to six hours. Alone with two little girls at a young age I had to learn to cook clean and take responsibility of them. My mother had four jobs at the time since she was recently separated and left with a number of medical bills and credit card bills to pay since my father did not want to help take part of our family anymore. My mother jobs were that she was a social worker Mondays through Fridays, she cleaned a bank two nights a week for two and a half hours, cleaning countless offices, and lastly she was a full-time mother.

I am a Social Worker and community organizer with a 20+ year history of assisting children, individuals, and families from diverse backgrounds in achieving their goals. I am familiar with social media, promoting, advertising, and as well, working with young adults, under-served population and those with HIV/AIDS and other physical and or mental disabilities. I have over 12 years of working with the LGBTQ community, organized, facilitated and hosted various panel discussions and films on race, sexuality, gender, social justice matters that impact our community. I have led several marches for a call to action for unity within our community- the “Unity Walk in the Grove.” I as well, served on the Pride St. Louis Board and Prior President of

Everyone looks at my dad, and waits for his reaction. All he does is nod and tell me and Chelsea to go upstairs while he and mom talk with

he said “Shaly why didn’t you come to me quicker” and that was the end of our conversation.

This week the client I worked with is First Step Home of Cincinnati. The agency’s primary focus of supports is for pregnant women and women with children in need of substance about treatment. They offer treatment programs and counseling to address substance disorders. When the women successfully complete the treatment program they are able to transition into the sober housing program where they receive wrap around services which includes ongoing treatment and counseling. Aside from counseling and affordable sober housing, the women in the program also receive parenting classes, vocational education and training. The program offers to the women with children onsite day care for their children, at no cost, so that the mothers can participate

If I am to choose an approach to social work, I would like to choose the narrative therapy approach. Growing up, particularly in a country and by extension in a continent that bases their life experiences (literature and history) in oral tradition, I believe it will be very easy for me to excel using the narrative therapy approach for my clients. The importance of storytelling on the one telling the story and the listeners alike, cannot be overemphasized. I believe that people are better able to narrate their story clearly than they can write it. I, particularly, have been used to storytelling since I was a child. story telling is one of the processes in therapy or counseling. Storytelling can be of benefit to clients as it is not difficult