thing to do. Change is a strange path to walk but, refreshing and
exhilarating in equal measure.
I loved being a youth worker, it gave me a sense of belonging and (I felt)
kudos amongst other professionals as I was the person that could talk to
and advocate for young people. I was defending the future. Yep that’s how
I saw it I was the Don Quixote of the youth work world and I was on my
The truth however is much different. After I was made redundant I was very
angry for it happening and worried for the young people I had supported.
After being out of the profession for a week or so a huge amount of
pressure was lifted from my shoulders and I felt great, light as a feather.
Looking back now I know that was because the job I once loved, wasn’t there anymore. It had been kicked and beaten into a shape that I didn’t
recognise, just covered over with a youth work shaped plaster. I hadn’t
realised, being in the midst of it, what was going on. I hadn’t been a
real youth worker for years, as I just accepted little change after little
change. I know right – two legs good, four legs bad n’all that.
There is still a little guilt there, like I have abandoned the career I
loved, like I’m selling out. But I had five months with no work and to be
honest there were no jobs there, I was unwanted just like the profession.
It’s being systematically destroyed around the country and my family and I
didn’t have time to wait for it to come back into fashion.
I guess this post is my youth work swan song. Me, finally accepting I’m no
longer officially a youth worker (despite being about to qualify at uni).
I will always hold the principles with me and apply them wherever I go.
This blog didn’t turn out the way I thought it would but it has been
cathartic, and I think it has given me closure.
So I carry on with my journey. Proud of what I’ve achieved and excited
about I could in the future.
No matter how hard change may seem, you owe it to yourself and your loved
ones to be happy and have self worth.
Love you……….. Bye