I do not raise the students that come to our school. I do not monitor every individual and I cannot read their minds when they act, speak, say, do. I am yelled at and blamed for things that I did not do. Again, I do not pick and choose who comes to me. I do not get a selection option of students. They come as is, and that is what it is. This job is a complaint box, people pleasing, and no accountability other than "what are you doing to that other child." I have gone back and forth with this job. It is a living hell that educators do not see. I am not fully engaged like I use to be. I spend most of time focusing on myself, and I have nothing else to give. Sometimes I can't listen to friends, because the action being asked of me is overused at work. This is the reality of my position. I do not need therapy or a psychiatrist. I just wish people who ask for empathy, also do it.
At the end of the day I am still standing. It isn't pretty. I do not apologize for the things I say or do. I refrain a lot for your own mental psyche. That is how real it is in my world.