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Let me just tell you, if you guys aren't social workers in an inner-city setting, you really don't know what you're missing. Seriously. Because I bet you don't do majorly wacky crap at work like I do. This is even wackier than Dildo Dolly, really, because it involved a client instead of just my crazy coworkers.
Today, during a regular old home visit with a family I've worked with for about a year now and with whom I have a good relationship, I was writing my progress note (which I do at the end of my visit, leaving a copy for the family to keep in a binder) and mindlessly chatting with the mom and the maternal grandmother while the baby was on the floor. So I'm writing, and chatting, and whatever, when the mom asks with a perfectly straight face:
Do you pee out of your clitoris? Where do you pee out of?
To be honest, I was only half listening to the conversation so I don't even know what brought on that little goodie, but I was certainly awake afterwards. I mean, really, it's not every day that you get to explain the anatomy of a woman, tossing out random chat about vaginas and urethras and buttholes and whatever else. So when I finish this, she asks, "So you have four holes?" And I say, "No, three," and she says, "But what about the clitoris, isn't that a hole?"
And then I get to explain to this mother-of-three (and her at least 50-year-old mother) all about her clitoris, what it's made of, what it's for, and why it's great.
WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY?
~//~
p.s. Fin got neutered today and he has one of those little lampshades on his head. If he wasn't so miserable about it, it would be the funniest thing ever. Poor little dude.
Today, during a regular old home visit with a family I've worked with for about a year now and with whom I have a good relationship, I was writing my progress note (which I do at the end of my visit, leaving a copy for the family to keep in a binder) and mindlessly chatting with the mom and the maternal grandmother while the baby was on the floor. So I'm writing, and chatting, and whatever, when the mom asks with a perfectly straight face:
To be honest, I was only half listening to the conversation so I don't even know what brought on that little goodie, but I was certainly awake afterwards. I mean, really, it's not every day that you get to explain the anatomy of a woman, tossing out random chat about vaginas and urethras and buttholes and whatever else. So when I finish this, she asks, "So you have four holes?" And I say, "No, three," and she says, "But what about the clitoris, isn't that a hole?"
And then I get to explain to this mother-of-three (and her at least 50-year-old mother) all about her clitoris, what it's made of, what it's for, and why it's great.
WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY?
~//~
p.s. Fin got neutered today and he has one of those little lampshades on his head. If he wasn't so miserable about it, it would be the funniest thing ever. Poor little dude.
