Two months later I received my license to practice Clinical Social Work in
Every job offer had a “But” attached. Some jobs were in offices that didn’t have all the trained staff they were supposed to have. I would be hired as the person with the credentials to do the work they were doing with a less expensive staff. The insurance companies and federal government rarely check to see if all the staff being paid is properly trained to do the job they are being paid to do.
Then there is the religious connection. I totally believe a faith in some supreme being is part of good mental health. I don’t believe the supreme being you worship is punishing you for your sins by giving you mental illness.
Another “But” was the group who was forming a federally funded mental health group to help the poor, and those lacking insurance coverage. I was told my goal should be to see at least 60 clients each week to keep the bottom line strong enough to pay my salary and keep the project in the black. Seeing 60 clients in a week is a rare event for a therapist. I asked the interviewer how he thought that could be accomplished. His response was, “Just go to a nursing home or something like that; one that receives federal funds.” “Go down the halls and pop your head into the door and ask how the person is doing.” “If the person says anything to you, charge the facility for the visit.”
For two years I went to interviews like the above just waiting for the “But” and yet hoping this time I wouldn’t hear an idea of how to bend or break the laws or behave in an unethical manner. Then one day I realized that I was retired. Like it or not, I wasn’t working in social work. I was a part time substitute teacher for the schools in my County and earned only enough money to pay for the gas to get to the schools.