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Valuable Services, Valuable Lives: Everyday People Making an Extraordinary Impact…
The Social Worker
With a two-foot pile of paperwork atop her already crowded
desk, social worker Michiko Tawara rummages through
a drawer to find a bottle of correction fluid. At the same
time, she answers the phone, which has been ringing nonstop
for the past three hours, ever since she walked into
her windowless midtown Manhattan office at 8:00 a.m.
The caller, Thomas, is one of her many alcoholic patients,
and he is in the middle of a meltdown. A half hour later,
while still talking with Thomas, she finally locates the correction
fluid she needs to fix the information she wrote on
the state-funding form that must be post-marked today.
She completes the form and continues to talk to Thomas
while attempting to sift through 50 new e-mails that
arrived in her in-box this morning. Then the other line
rings. It’s her 2:00 p.m. appointment, wondering if she can
come in earlier, in 45 minutes. The patient says that she
has to go to her chiropractor because she threw her back
out, and 2:00 is the only time he has open. “That’s fine,
Tasha,” Michiko says, as she eyes her planner with a day
full of appointments and meetings. She’ll just have to
rearrange lunch with her mother, Michiko thinks, as she
returns to her call with the distressed Thomas.
Twenty minutes later, after urging Thomas to attend his
Alcoholics Anonymous meeting that evening, she proceeds
to call her mother, while simultaneously delving into two
boxes of folders and files that have sat next to her desk for
the past three months. In order to answer one of the e-mails,
she needs to find that Jacobsen file. Her mother is not happy
with Michiko’s cancellation. “Mom, I’m sorry,” Michiko
says, “but this patient is in extreme need of counseling. She’s
both anorexic and bulimic. She’s in a very fragile state right
now. At least I saw you last weekend, and I’ll be coming by
later this week. Plus, for me to come to Kew Gardens is
inconvenient.” It would help if Mom would come into
Manhattan once in a while, Michiko thinks to herself.
Lines begin to form on Michiko’s smooth face, as she furrows
her brow, listening to her mother’s strident voice:
“Michiko, I don’t understand why you work so hard. You
should find a job that pays better so you save more money.
You can barely pay the mortgage each month. And how on
earth are you going to find a husband when you never leave
the office? When I was your age….”
“Mom,” Michiko hastily interjects, “I don’t work that late, I
go out at night, my money is my business, and I am fine,
financially and otherwise. Things are different than they
were in your time. Why don’t you go out with Dad to the
tennis club? You always feel better after hitting some balls.”
And when you can focus on something other than your
only child’s finances and marriage prospects, Michiko
wearily thinks as she feels her blood pressure rising.
Her mother’s response is a dial tone. Great, Michiko mutters.
She’s back to hanging up on people. I think she needs
some counseling herself. A knock at her door interrupts her
frustrated thoughts. “Michiko,” says an agitated voice. “Can
I see you for a moment?” It’s her boss, Kathy. “Sure, Kath.
What’s up?” Michiko replies.
“One of your former patients, Sheila Foster, committed an
assault and battery,” Kathy relays. “Her lawyer is requesting
that you testify that she was emotionally distraught at the
time, because her husband left her.”
“Who did she attack?” Michiko asks warily, running her fingers
through her sleek bob.
“Oh, the woman her husband left her for,” Kathy says.
“Sheila hit her leg with her briefcase. The woman is pressing
charges and doesn’t seem intent on backing down.”
“But patient confidentiality—” Michiko begins to say.
“I know,” Kathy says, “but they are not looking for
specifics—just a general statement. You could give it at the
deposition so you won’t have to go to the courthouse. It
could protect Sheila from doing any jail time.”
“The charges are that serious?”
“Evidently, yes.” Kathy says, “Rumor has it that the
woman has some connections with the prosecutor. But
who knows. Just think about it. I need an answer by
tomorrow morning. I’ve got to run.”
“OK,” Michiko says, sighing. “I’ll think about it.” But that
too will have to wait, because just then the receptionist calls
to let Michiko know that Tasha has arrived. Michiko makes
her way to the waiting room and greets Tasha, smiling
warmly. “I’m glad you could make it today, Tasha. Come
right in.”
It’s this sincere compassion, composure under duress, and
commitment that makes Michiko and all the other social
workers worthwhile persons in more ways than a million!
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