Got asked why I relate so hard to Robby when I'm not a doctor and my job isn't as hard as his.
Fuck all the way off with that shit.
Special Education shares so many similarities. Sure, it's not medicine, but we are taking care of people and helping them. And for those of us working in the self-contained schools that are focused on high support needs and behaviors, we may as well be on the floor of an ED as well. You have to be vigilant everywhere. Staff has been hurt in the hallways by a student in crisis who isn't even their student. And we LOVE so much that when these crises happen, it's so fucking upsetting. I had a student of mine have to be psyched and I sobbed in my car after work for a half hour before I could drive home.
Talk to me when your corporate job has your coworkers having seizures. When your job has ambulances there multiple times a week either because of medical or because of crisis. When you have to stay perfectly regulated and happy all fucking day.
Leave it at the door. That's what we're told because our students read our moods like a book and it will change the entire day for the worse if they sense you're not in a good mood. When you're having a student who's in a behavior, teetering on crisis, and even with PPE, you're being scratched, kicked, punched, bitten. Anything not nailed down is being thrown at you. And you HAVE TO ACT LIKE IT DOESN'T AFFECT YOU. Because you love this student with EVERYTHING you have and you want to help them even when you're fucking arms are dripping with blood and you can feel your face swelling but the support staff is already stretched thin because WE are also understaffed and they're on their way but you need to hold it together for just a few more minutes...
And stop fucking talking to educators like we don't have a fucking hard job. We get paid nothing and yet we continue to do this because we LOVE THOSE STUDENTS.
So yes. I fucking connected with Robby.
You want bees protecting the hive? I'll show you bees protecting the fucking hive.