OK, so here’s the thing. I haven’t been blogging for a while, and I’ve been wondering why that might be and what I might be able to do to sort that out.
Work has changed. It had to change. Half of my team left so we had to change, and change quickly. Aspects of work have been put on hold as we focus on the big stuff or potentially one of the wicked issues as they are referred to in Dan Slees blog Digital Step: Can we use the web to solve some of the big problems now? A great topic to pitch at the next govcamp.
We’ve slowly been evolving into a service that now not only supports parents in accessing universal services, but are now a first point of contact for parents who have concerns about their child or young person and are looking for some early help or targeted specialist services. Access to services for children and families in need, before a social care intervention is required, but overall we’re working to ensure access to the right services at the right time.
Some of the cases which have come through lately have been full on, and that’s just from our point of view, let alone the family actually living it. As a result it seems trickier to blog or tweet about work because it’s people’s lives, and I have to respect that. I have an obligation to protect someone’s privacy and keep cases confidential, no matter how much I want to share information about the work we are doing, and the outcomes of that on the lives of parents and children, I don’t feel I can. So there is a massive element of life that seems off limits.
I got a bit nervous. I started wondering who might actually be reading my rambles. What might they think about them? Would they take objection to them? Might they misinterpret them? It just became easier not to say anything, but having a self-imposed gagging order didn’t sit comfortably. I had silenced myself and I don’t like how that makes me feel. Everyone has the right to share their feelings.
Confidence took a knocking. I read other blogs and they are interesting, insightful, relevant, and then I look at mine about cakes and ice creams and I wonder why I bother.
Faffing. I’ve spent more time than I should faffing about, rather than just getting on with it. It’s like this blog, faffing, faff, faff, so it’s time to post and move onto the next one.
Friday 14th March 2014