I was recently asked if I really liked my job or was I faking it. He went on, asking if, when I was alone with my thoughts, did I find what I did rewarding or not.
I came to this job six years ago for the money. It did not take long, however, for the subliminal benefits to kick in.
I am privileged to spend time with men and women in, what is often, their most vulnerable states. I am welcomed into a place they rarely let others near. I am entrusted with their most secret of secrets and I am gifted with their kindness that far surpasses the income I came here for.
Most of what I do is allow shame to fall away as people are seen for themselves, their true selves, and they can breathe for the length of a phone call or text session without society’s crushing hate and judgment.
I have the best job in the world.