This is a post that I've always wanted to write about,
But have never found the courage to do so, until now.
Placement has ended for close to 2 weeks now.. And it took me this long to process my thoughts..


It started off with me feeling excited and anxious about what to expect.
the first week - I was overwhelmed with emotions.
Seeing the child transit from family's arms into the foster parents..
I cried, so unprofessional I know.
BUT, I just couldn't control myself..


the third week - I went for home visit with T.
I was shocked by the father's outburst,
but it allowed me to see T in action. amazing!
And this was also the incident where I felt veryvery guilty.
My personal belief, my personal self. I was not professional, yet again.
Debrief with T, made me felt worst. ):
But God is good, I pulled out from it after much talking and sharing.
A learning journey, God's grace is sufficient for me.
______________________________________________________
the third week - I also started my role of fetching children.
I was super looking fwd to time with the little ones,
so I thought that it wasnt too bad..
But, I almost CMI cus of motion-sickness. think tt, I must be strong!!!


the fourth and fifth week - I was basically just shaking leg.
I was feeling quite redundant in the place,
and I knew I had to make full use of my placement.
But HOW? But WHY am I not given a chance?
plus, it was also Foster Party preparation!!
The trio makes a good logistic support team. (photoframe, wrapping, cutting..)


the sixth week - I conducted my first IAU interview.
I was left alone to interview the boy lor. (super nervous can..)
because the officer couldnt reach in time, so I went ahead first.
And I did a very bad job and feel super guilty after that..
The home visit at night turned out better, cus I was accompanied! Thank GOD.
Thank God for T's reassurance tt helped alot!
_________________________________________________________
the sixth week - My first Project R.
So super afraid, not knowing what to expect.
For the first time in my entire life, I felt like an alien.
Shunned away, refused to look at.


the seventh and eighth week - My first INVESTIGATION case!
Finally finally finally..... After waiting for so long... ITS MY TURN!
God's challenge for me too.
Because the report was difficult to do. So many pages of words?!
But.. God is amazing because I did it! Woohoo!! =D
And I presented the report to a team of people. Thank God for Tabi. :)
Its also memorable because I had an encouragement from T.
_______________________________________________________
the seventh and eighth week - My first court hearing observation.
And I teared again, during the hearing. because of what I heard and saw.
Once I stepped out of the court room, I couldnt control, I cried.
Supervision with T, talked about what made me cried, and I cried even more.
Self-awareness, its so vital. I need to know.
altho I really wonder why I cant seem to control my tears.
But it was also then tt I realized, it was because of gma and gpa.
Seperation; they left without seeing each other for the last time..
________________________________________________________
the seventh and eight week - My second Project R.
tediously planned and carefully executed.
Thank God for people that are around..
They made everything less tough and more manageable.


the tenth week - back to the mundane lifestyle.


the eleventh week - My worst week.
Feelings of incompetence was built up from weeks of nothin to do.
And the incident just made me feel even worse..
I could hardly pull myself to go to work, I was heartbroken.
Cried, shared, vented. Received loads of Love, Support and Prayers.
Forgive, Forgiven.
God's promise that reminded me that He never forsakes, but only gives the best.
I told myself I must make full use of the remaining time...


the twelve week - the Goodbye.
After so long, friendships and relationship has been built.
I felt like I dont wanna leave. I was emotionally attached to the people, the place.
I bid goodbye to T, and all who had loved and shared.
While going down by the lift, I cried again.


I've concluded, I'm such a crybaby! But who cares...HAHAHA!
I'm a social worker, in the training.
It is gonna make me stronger, yes it is.
part 2 of placement soon! (to talk about wonderful T!)

My King loves me, for who I am.
God's precious girl.
.... You gave me hope, You made me whole.


HOPE
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"From everyone who has been given much, much will be required;
and to whom they entrusted much, of him they will ask all the more."

This is a post that I've always wanted to write about,
But have never found the courage to do so, until now.
Placement has ended for close to 2 weeks now.. And it took me this long to process my thoughts..


It started off with me feeling excited and anxious about what to expect.
the first week - I was overwhelmed with emotions.
Seeing the child transit from family's arms into the foster parents..
I cried, so unprofessional I know.
BUT, I just couldn't control myself..


the third week - I went for home visit with T.
I was shocked by the father's outburst,
but it allowed me to see T in action. amazing!
And this was also the incident where I felt veryvery guilty.
My personal belief, my personal self. I was not professional, yet again.
Debrief with T, made me felt worst. ):
But God is good, I pulled out from it after much talking and sharing.
A learning journey, God's grace is sufficient for me.
______________________________________________________
the third week - I also started my role of fetching children.
I was super looking fwd to time with the little ones,
so I thought that it wasnt too bad..
But, I almost CMI cus of motion-sickness. think tt, I must be strong!!!


the fourth and fifth week - I was basically just shaking leg.
I was feeling quite redundant in the place,
and I knew I had to make full use of my placement.
But HOW? But WHY am I not given a chance?
plus, it was also Foster Party preparation!!
The trio makes a good logistic support team. (photoframe, wrapping, cutting..)


the sixth week - I conducted my first IAU interview.
I was left alone to interview the boy lor. (super nervous can..)
because the officer couldnt reach in time, so I went ahead first.
And I did a very bad job and feel super guilty after that..
The home visit at night turned out better, cus I was accompanied! Thank GOD.
Thank God for T's reassurance tt helped alot!
_________________________________________________________
the sixth week - My first Project R.
So super afraid, not knowing what to expect.
For the first time in my entire life, I felt like an alien.
Shunned away, refused to look at.


the seventh and eighth week - My first INVESTIGATION case!
Finally finally finally..... After waiting for so long... ITS MY TURN!
God's challenge for me too.
Because the report was difficult to do. So many pages of words?!
But.. God is amazing because I did it! Woohoo!! =D
And I presented the report to a team of people. Thank God for Tabi. :)
Its also memorable because I had an encouragement from T.
_______________________________________________________
the seventh and eighth week - My first court hearing observation.
And I teared again, during the hearing. because of what I heard and saw.
Once I stepped out of the court room, I couldnt control, I cried.
Supervision with T, talked about what made me cried, and I cried even more.
Self-awareness, its so vital. I need to know.
altho I really wonder why I cant seem to control my tears.
But it was also then tt I realized, it was because of gma and gpa.
Seperation; they left without seeing each other for the last time..
________________________________________________________
the seventh and eight week - My second Project R.
tediously planned and carefully executed.
Thank God for people that are around..
They made everything less tough and more manageable.


the tenth week - back to the mundane lifestyle.


the eleventh week - My worst week.
Feelings of incompetence was built up from weeks of nothin to do.
And the incident just made me feel even worse..
I could hardly pull myself to go to work, I was heartbroken.
Cried, shared, vented. Received loads of Love, Support and Prayers.
Forgive, Forgiven.
God's promise that reminded me that He never forsakes, but only gives the best.
I told myself I must make full use of the remaining time...


the twelve week - the Goodbye.
After so long, friendships and relationship has been built.
I felt like I dont wanna leave. I was emotionally attached to the people, the place.
I bid goodbye to T, and all who had loved and shared.
While going down by the lift, I cried again.


I've concluded, I'm such a crybaby! But who cares...HAHAHA!
I'm a social worker, in the training.
It is gonna make me stronger, yes it is.
part 2 of placement soon! (to talk about wonderful T!)

FCBC
NP BB PRIMERS


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