That day as an inexperienced health visitor was a baptism of fire – I learned to trust my instincts and to see the situation through the eyes of a childIt was a winter’s afternoon when I returned to a shabby block of flats to see two children who had been on my intellect all week. Neither of them had been given access to health visitors or GP services since moving out of temporary accommodation and they hadn’t been seen by a health professional for some time.
On my preceding visit I’d been concerned. The flat was dirty,it was cluttered with cans and the air was thick with smoke. The father appeared agitated by my presence and only spoke to me via his partner. The mother, who was very young, and seemed frightened and was also skeptical about the reason for my visit.
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Source: theguardian.com