Personal Narrative: Some Where I Wouldn T Like To Be

Some Where I Wouldn’t Like to Be

Larned State Hospital, an institute that houses a combination of civilly committed

patients, Department of Corrections inmates, and sexual predators. I have worked with all of

them. Recalling when I first started at the state it was wonderful. The pay was phenomenal,

employees received health benefits, on the job training, my hired schedule fit in with my family,

and I reaped the benefits of helping very sick individuals. Things change though, the job that

was once so enriching to me transformed into my seventh realm of hell. It almost amazes me

that I’m capable of despising a facility as much as I do that place.

The training that you receive on the job is equivalent to that of a certified

Once my supervisor had the audacity

to call me to her office to clarify a set of absences; it perturbed me because I rarely ever called in

and had to remind her that I was out due to my broken wrist from a patient. I lost respect and

trust for my superiors. They, the supervisors, were never around to help in times of need. In

meetings it was always “just call me anytime” and “it’s going to get better.” Better never came

It became hard for me to get out of bed for work, knowing that I may go in for an eight

hour shift and whine up having to do a 16 instead and possibly get hurt. My babysitter was

raising my children. I would pull myself out of bed though, get dressed, and drive to work. I

became one of the negative staff members hating my job. De-escalating a patient became like

roll play in a theater, just reading a script. I knew for sanity sake I had to get out. So I did. Just

the thought of never having to go back to that fortress of self-destruction brings joy to my heart.

Leaving the State Hospital as a disgusting memory that now allows my new job, the better job, to

seem like utopia because it will never be as bad as my