It started with a temporary job.
At 19, I was working as an admin assistant and trying to work out what I wanted to do with my life. A friend who worked as a Social Worker told me about a temporary role supporting adults with learning disabilities at a local day centre. She spoke about the satisfaction she found in helping people make meaningful changes in their lives, and suggested I apply.
I did.
What I thought would be a temporary job became a lifelong career.
I worked one-to-one with a young man whose company I loved. We spent our days doing the things that mattered to him — going to the cinema, to the pub, for walks, and taking part in yoga and art sessions together. Every Friday afternoon there was a disco at the day centre that remains, to this day, the best club I've ever been to.
I couldn't believe I was being paid to do this.
The day centre was busy, noisy, chaotic, and full of life. I wasn't fazed by what many people at the time viewed as different. In fact, I found the opposite. People certainly weren't ordinary. They were extraordinary. And I rejoiced in that difference.
