Calling All
DCF Alumnae Staff,
It
was several decades ago that I was hired as a “child welfare worker” with
DCF, formerly known as the Division of Child Guardianship (DCG). I
was recruited right out of undergraduate school, with excitement and trepidation
under my belt. I was going to do good work for kids. I was going to
save them from sadness, badness, and madness. I was going to make my
parents proud of me and I was going to buy my first car with my new salary.
For
the first week, I shadowed several veteran child welfare workers, none of whom
had social work degrees. I was
supervised by several different supervisors, all of whom had MSWs and
who patiently explained how to take a history, be nonjudgmental, and
complete my paperwork as soon as I got back to the office. There was Jim
Pisciotta and Joe Pare and several other MSW supervisors and managers who
helped us inexperienced, uncredentialed, and skill-free recruits keep kids
safe. I was clueless, thinking all I needed was good intentions and a big
heart. The supervisors were more intentional, attempting to help us non-social
workers understand that it takes much more than a big heart to address the
problems that our families faced. There were histories of alcoholism,
poverty, domestic violence, and birth defects- none of which I had experienced
growing up or even faced in my later teen years. I was, indeed, a
greenhorn, in foreign territory.
And
almost 50 years later, we have pretty much the same situation, with folks
coming into the child welfare work world with good intentions and hopes to “do
good.” Many do have social work degrees, and, for these folks, the work
is a professional challenge. For those who have no social work background
(where one learns about the complex environmental, social, and biological
variables that influence a family’s inability to keep their kids safe and happy),
well, they totally struggle even with highly trained social work supervisors.
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