So Much for That

Yesterday, I started a post on the evils of paperwork in my chosen profession. How worthless for describing the client’s change mentally and emotionally, and its only goal is to repeatedly force us to prove we can do our job daily (it doesn’t). But I shit-canned it.

This morning, the post came back with a vengeance.

Anyway, suffice it to say that the one thing I most hate about my profession is paperwork. Having had the opportunity to read my clinical chart from when I was in a halfway house, I realized they missed every meaningful event that led me to recovery and sobriety. In talking with others who also went through treatment before becoming an LADC or even an ADC-T (Alcohol, Drug Counselor-Trainee), I found they had similar experiences. Change and growth are subjective experiences that rarely get seen by professionals. We kid ourselves into believing that their treatment experience will cause that growth and change to occur in groups right in front of us.

Bullshit.

Most of my growth occurred outside of the treatment facility. It happened in my interactions with others in recovery at meetings, at sober activities, and in quiet, reflective moments long after I completed treatment. No amount of paperwork can ever capture that growth.

Don’t get me wrong. My time at the halfway house in 1985 was necessary for me to grow and develop a program of recovery. But it wasn’t the only place where it happened. It primed me. It gave me the tools and ability to be open to those moments in life where I gained insight, recognized patterns of thoughts and behaviors that were unhealthy, and overcame them to remain sober.

However, for clients I’ve worked with, I’ve seen what appeared to be insight and understanding by some, only to learn later that they relapsed and returned to active addiction and criminality. I’ve also experienced clients who were combative through the whole treatment process, only to discover years later they were still sober. In both cases, the paperwork required by the State and Insurance companies had almost nothing to do with capturing the client’s change and everything to do with forcing us repeatedly that we are qualified to do our job.

Oh, and for insurance companies to deny claims because we didn’t properly cross our i’s and dot our t’s.

Yes, you read that right.

It’s the trick of every conperson to overload their marks with excessive information and pressure. The insurance companies learned that the more paperwork they demand, the more arbitrary time limits they insist on setting, results in more mistakes and errors, and creates justification for the denial of services. They are running a legal con game. One that results in the early death of people they were supposedly tasked with helping to live healthy, productive lives. Instead, profit goes towards the shareholder who can buy the top-shelf caviar at the expense of their customer’s lives.

An Eclectic Post

Eclectic

So, I decided to attempt one today because it has been such an incredibly long time since my last post. However, my mind is blank. Nothing is pressing upon which I wish to write. I have no struggles needing to talk out to get a different perspective. Hell, I can’t even come up with a title for this post at the moment. No doubt, one will bubble up from this low expectation stream of conscious chatter.

Sigh. I guess I can recap.

Obviously, I’ve not written about any exercise. A while back, I switched from running to using Nordic Walking Sticks. However, my back continues to be bothersome. I decided to take a break. My last activity was on September 20th. I managed a long walk, but it paid hell on my back. Hence the break. However, I plan to attempt a walk or run today. I haven’t yet decided which.

Another area of my life upon which I have not written is education. I ended up dropping out of two semesters in a row. I just didn’t have the mental capacity to stay focused. I was quickly overwhelmed and found myself unable to muster the motivation to work on assignments. Well, that seems to have changed. I once again signed up for classes. Two, as usual, for the six-credit minimum to qualify for loans and scholarships. I find I can muster up the motivation to get my work completed on time. I also find I can get through assignments with relative ease. The prior semesters saw me struggling to comprehend class expectations.

Meanwhile, I have been moving through three different jobs over the past two years. The one job I lost due to, well, being fed up with the incompetent leadership. I finally decided to stand up to the mistreatment and was fired for “insubordination.” That’s corporate-speak for not being willing to put up with being mentally and emotionally abused. The following job found me working for a company that had no leadership at all. The owner, who titled themself as “Program Director,” showed up for all of three or four hours a week. And when they did show up, it was to proclaim edicts that would leave us unsupported. When the mandates didn’t deal with our situation, they would apologize and state they should have probably gone with what we wanted. When another problem arose, they would repeat the cycle. I have now found a new job. Suffice it to say; I don’t usually post about current employment. However, I will make a small exception and say I am happy with my job. And that’s all I have to say about that.

Wait. Was that a feather that just floated past?

Okay, let me backtrack a bit. I forgot to mention during my expounding on education that I received high praise from one of my instructors. They informed me I was a “powerful writer.” I would pat myself on the back, but my stiff and sore body does not allow for such actions. Oh, and I figured out a title for this post.