Teach me to ignore trigger warnings, but it's been 8 years, I didn't think I'd do the adrenaline rush thing any more.
One of my most vivid memories of horrible-job-where-I-burned-out-into-an-emotional-cinder is of sitting on the floor with one of our girls who was a really cool, insightful, artistic teen, but bipolar and OCD. She had been compulsively cutting herself and had then wedged herself behind a door and into a corner to try and stop herself and a coworker and I were holding her and rocking her and making soothing noises while she bled and cried and we tried to keep pressure on her wrists and tried to keep her from going after herself again. I don't even know how long we were there, rocking and soothing and reassuring, but it was a long long time (third coworker did dinner and other-5-girls duty) before she gave a couple of those caught breath sobs and sighs and let us clean her up and get her to the ER and we were just covered in blood and tears and snot at the end and her wounds were relatively superficial. I ended up throwing those jeans away because I couldn't bear to look at them and I didn't even really care that replacing them on my $12 an hour wasn't going to be easy.
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One of my most vivid memories of horrible-job-where-I-burned-out-into-an-emotional-cinder is of sitting on the floor with one of our girls who was a really cool, insightful, artistic teen, but bipolar and OCD. She had been compulsively cutting herself and had then wedged herself behind a door and into a corner to try and stop herself and a coworker and I were holding her and rocking her and making soothing noises while she bled and cried and we tried to keep pressure on her wrists and tried to keep her from going after herself again. I don't even know how long we were there, rocking and soothing and reassuring, but it was a long long time (third coworker did dinner and other-5-girls duty) before she gave a couple of those caught breath sobs and sighs and let us clean her up and get her to the ER and we were just covered in blood and tears and snot at the end and her wounds were relatively superficial. I ended up throwing those jeans away because I couldn't bear to look at them and I didn't even really care that replacing them on my $12 an hour wasn't going to be easy.