How?

Okay, so I have somehow ended up working with children that have special needs, whether it be that they have autism, behavioural issues, or beginning to take risks with their lives...such as drinking, unprotected sex, drugs etc. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Part of me is pleased, it's extra experience for me and interesting. But the other part of me thinks, who am I to try and help these kids? I'm not trained in working with these types of kids. I only to took the job of doing workshops to get a bit of extra money, not because I really wanted to work with Kids. However, I also think maybe I'm exactly the type of person they need doing these types of jobs. I am qualified in drama and acting, I know first hand how it can give you a lease of life and a focus. The groups that I am running with the kids with behavioural problems are called drama therapy and I know how drama can make someone feel better about themselves. I also have the added benefit of not romanticising the job. I know the kids will be difficult, and that some of them won't want to be there. But that is fine, because I don't really want to be there. I won't be mean to the kids, but at the same time I won't take any shit for them. They also can't upset me, because I know that none of their issues have anything to do with me.Also, because this job isn't something that I want to do for ever, I have no problems with being a bit rubbish at it.

It's funny how life can lead you in to these things, I could never have predicted that this is what I would have ended up doing. Weird.

on another topic, I'm  getting really excited at the prospect of being able to apply for acting jobs in London. I have been looking at casting call pro, and pretty soon Jobs will be coming up for April which will be when I'm in London. I can't wait. It will be nice to be somewhere permanently. I have felt that for the last year, I haven't been anywhere permanently so it will be nice and settling to feel that for the foreseeable future i will be in one place. Joy, joy. joy.

Tata.