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I have a problem at the hospital, and it's all my Dad's fault. Really. It is. He's a big guy (6'2"), played football in high-school and a little in college. Can be very loud. Little bit of a temper, at times. Lots of people find him intimidating.
He's also a complete teddy bear. Seriously. Ask anyone who knows him well.
So when I'm interacting with a guy a lot bigger than me with a loud voice, it doesn't occur to me that there might be a problem or that I might be unsafe in any way. Even if I intellectually know that something's wrong, it's not exactly real to me. Because, hey, I'm used to my Dad's growling.
We did some role-playing yesterday and talked about it some more today as part of orientation, and I got critiqued for not paying enough attention to things like staying out of range of patients and making sure I always had an escape route. And clearly, it is all Dad's fault.
He's also a complete teddy bear. Seriously. Ask anyone who knows him well.
So when I'm interacting with a guy a lot bigger than me with a loud voice, it doesn't occur to me that there might be a problem or that I might be unsafe in any way. Even if I intellectually know that something's wrong, it's not exactly real to me. Because, hey, I'm used to my Dad's growling.
We did some role-playing yesterday and talked about it some more today as part of orientation, and I got critiqued for not paying enough attention to things like staying out of range of patients and making sure I always had an escape route. And clearly, it is all Dad's fault.
