I want to work with families but I run from any suggestion of intimacy here
There's a woman at work that drivers me a bit insane. She's always hurrying to do what she's told but has a series of slights of hand, things like handing keys back to someone, slamming doors, calling someone honey or using affectionate nicknames. There are moments when they seam appealing - there are moments when it seems like she's getting what she wants or making her life easier. But then I hand the keys back to her and she struggles to unlock something, or when people look at her after she's slammed a laundry basket on the floor, and I think to myself: I know her, I've met her before . She lives with a man that hates her, with children who barely see her, without many friends, least of all someone who sees and hear her. If she's lucky she's found something inside her - a few interests - that keep her alive, but usually not. She's the same person I truly believed would strangle me with a charging cable if she could, if she thought no one saw. ...