As I understand it, (And I understand things in very basic ways) to enable someone is to give a person the best chance of becoming more able to help themselves. In a nutshell, it should be liberating. It should help and support a person to find the strength to get up off the floor and walk in the direction that gives them the best chance of freedom, both physically and mentally.

My first day on the job was like no other first day I’ve ever encountered (And I’ve had lots of first days) I woke up early, excited and a little nervous. My new manager contacted me to inform me I could pick up my work laptop and phone from the offices at 11am. She arranged to meet me outside the offices (We were not allowed to go inside because of the dreaded covid: We’re still not Allowed in the office!)

I arrived on time and approached the entrance to the office, and waited, and waited, and waited. I tried opening the door but it was locked. The boss was 30 minutes late, and couldn’t apologise enough. She seemed really nice, in fact she is a lovely lady. She used the intercom to ask someone to bring said items down to us. (I hadn’t noticed the intercom!!) A really friendly looking chap came out to us waring his mask and gloves, and handed them to me and welcomed me to the team, obviously smiling because the little crows feet around his eyes were prominent and he was squinting like Lee Van Cleff. Boss lady briefly explained the procedure I should go through when I arrived back home concerning the set up of my equipment. After a lengthy, formal, informal and lighthearted chat, I casually turned on my heel, and headed towards my car, fully intending to drive home, only to be halted in my tracks with the words “Do you want to come on a visit with me? It’ll be a good experience for you and give you an idea of what to expect “. What could I say, I couldn’t refuse! Boss lady instructed me to follow her in my car (We’re not Allowed to car share, covid policy. We’re still not allowed to car share!) So off we went, boss lady leading, taking corners like a F1 driver, and I’m trying to keep up, acutely aware of the fact that we were breaking speed limits and my work laptop was possibly taking a battering in the boot!!

I eventually followed her into a cul-de-sac and parked up alongside her bat mobile. I was quietly informed by my boss that the new referral was a working prostitute, who was also a drug addict, was in loads of debt, was a victim of abuse and wanted to turn her life around, but didn’t know where to begin. Whilst I stood there, mouth agape, trying to process what she’d just whispered to me, Boss led the way to a door and knocked as if the resident was profoundly deaf. Whilst we waited for the door to stop trembling, she told me that it was the initial visit so she/we didn’t know what to expect.

The following account brings to mind a quote from Nietzsche. “If you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss stares into you”.

The door opened and a woman of about 25 asked us to come in. She looked forlorn (I discovered later that she is 26) She led us into her living room, stumbling over random pieces of clothing and empty fast food containers. When I walked through her living room door, I was greeted with the sight of a floor to ceiling chrome pole. It happened to be the pole she slid up and down to entertain her clients before the real action started ! I must admit, I missed some of what the boss was saying to her because I was transfixed with the state of the pole. It appeared to have ‘Stuff’ stuck to it. I think some of it was congealed food, but I could be wrong. An inappropriate thought went through my mind. ‘Why doesn’t she polish it’?!!!

The young woman spoke openly about the way she makes money, even though we didn’t ask her and had no interest in pole dancing. It transpired that she is the mother of 5 children, all of whom have been taken into care. I listened to her talking and felt a deep sense of sorrow for her. Her family had “Washed their hands of her”. In more ways than one, she was alone. Her family are gypsies and before they turned their back on her, they shamed her in front of other gypsy families and friends. She told us she was glad that her children were being brought up by families who would look after them without abusing them. I could see the sadness in her eyes. In reality, she didn’t know where her children were living.

Boss lady asked her if she would like to go for a walk. ( I think the intention was to get away from the squalor) We walked for a while and the boss explained to her what we could do to support her to make positive changes to her life and then we went to a shop, where we bought her some food, tea, coffee, milk and sugar. On the way back to her house, she started to sing, and she sang beautifully. She told us that she had been a member of a church choir, but didn’t go anymore. After a brief chat outside of her house, we followed her inside and helped her to tidy her living room and kitchen. Boss lady advised her when she should expect a first visit from a member of the team and we left her to make herself something to eat. I felt like we were abandoning her, but knew that help and support was not far behind.

That was the last time I saw this young woman. She was allocated to a colleague with much more experience than little virgin me. However, a few weeks later, we had a group meeting to discuss the clients we are supporting. The young woman’s name was mentioned during the meeting. She had been on a well known website to drum up some illicit work. A car with 3 men had pulled up outside her house and she was subjected to a violent assault. As a consequence of that, she had taken an overdose and taken to hospital. She recovered physically but psychologically, she was in hell !! The latest report is that she is living in relative safety in shared accommodation, policed by carefully vetted security personnel.

Enablement didn’t or couldn’t do much for her, but at least she’s safe now, and hopefully getting better.

That was my first day on the job. Thankfully, the rest of my time has been less harrowing, but nevertheless, still extremely challenging. I’ll leave that for another time.

67 thoughts on “Enabling

  1. Wow, that was some first day! I suspect that in your new line of work you will be coming across many such cases. It will no doubt be challenging, but can be very rewarding when things go well for the people you are helping. Your boss sounds a hoot!

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  2. Absolutely wonderful you’ve returned to writing. Please keep posting your experiences. You are seeing humanity at its rawest. Keen oversight of a very difficult situation. I can only imagine how some things you see makes your breath catch in your throat. Did the Van Cleef twin wear an earring? Just curious. Enable has another meaning, especially as it applies to folks in trouble. It can mean you provide soft help to someone that needs hard, tough help. Years ago, I would pass a hands out panhandler daily, DC subway. One day I set a bag next to him, filled with canned goods, a loaf of bread and jar of peanut butter. He said nothing and I walked away. A can whizzed by my head, followed by curses… Keep processing and observing, keep writing John.

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  3. Thank you for doing such hard work, John. Not many could do what you do. I hear that word, enabling, most in its negative context. Not helping necessarily, but I guess allowing or encouraging bad behavior. I try to harden my shell, with a mentally ill and addict sister, and an addict husband, it’s difficult. I want to be kind and encouraging, but when people use me as a crutch for bad behavior, it doesn’t help anyone. Our mental health system in the US is so badly broken, or I guess, never existed in a functional sense. It’s sad and tiring. πŸ™πŸΌ

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  4. I was glad that you said she was around 25 but was really 26, because the description of those who’ve been through it is usually she (or he) looked around 40 but was actually 25. At least circumstances hadn’t beaten her down to THAT point yet. Can’t believe that was your first day. Harrowing.

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  5. No complaints! A weird morning here. Woke up in the dark, couldn’t get back to sleep. So here I am, going through email. Doesn’t seem healthy, but… at least it’s Saturday! Back to bed later….

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    1. Oh boy, sleepless nights, what joy!! I woke up at 1.30am and got out of bed. I’ve just had half an hour snooze but it’s always like that for me. Blah, who needs sleep anyway!? We sleep long enough when we’re brown bread 🀣

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  6. When I was 19 I went to work at what was then the department of health and social security, now dept of Works and Pensions (say a lot doesn’t it!? During my 17 years there I realised the true meaning of β€˜there but for the Grace of God go I.’ I’ve always been empathetic but those experiences truly brought out the empath in me, there were so many. Perhaps,I,should blog about some of my experiences. You will truly see the world John, although you probably already know that. ❀️

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    1. I suppose I do know it !! I think! And the good old (The New breed) DWP are a constant source of ass buggering for quite a few of the people I support/Enable! They don’t seem to have any sort of empathy for them.


  7. Helluva first day John. The two details that stuck with me were the young lady’s singing and the ‘stuff’ on the pole.
    Some people lead lives that are so beyond my pale. Guess you’ve met many more in the interim. I can imagine the job has prised open your already open outlook even wider. Really looking forward to your next instalment matey!

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  8. Oh Man!!! 😦 What a first day!!!!
    I’m sending wishes for plenty of extra strength for you for EVERY day! Those things can weigh so heavily on our hearts, even when we’re well versed in coping with them!
    I am relieved that that lady is at least now safe… she certainly has a long journey ahead of her… here’s hoping that with love and support, she will begin to heal!
    And in case you are doubting it : you are ‘the man’, and a flipping ‘rock star’, okay? πŸ˜‰

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  9. Hi John, I enjoyed the way you put your story together. That’s an interesting line of work and I’d imagine it’s very rewarding when things improve for the people you help. I’ve only one question, do the people you help ask for help or is it offered?

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