Typically, when mammals eat their young, it is an instinct which satisfies dominance. There is a clear lack of emotional bond and attachment. What creates their desire to dominate? The young are simply perceived as a threat, that's what. A threat to what, you ask? To the natural progression of things. To safety. To the way things 'should' be. Naturally, when referring to nurses who eat their young, they don't take a young-wet-behind-the-ears-new-graduate into the break room, season 'em up with condiments and literally ingest them. Or, shall I say, I hope not. Besides, this most probably requires the taking of a full lunch break, and who the heck has time for that.
Let's be rationale. For us human type mammals, it's safe to say that in this case, the word "eat" implies a sense of "control over", "I'll tell you a thing or two", and "who do you think you are bouncing in here all bright eyed and bushy tailed on my territory".
Guess what it really means?
In case this is your first experience enjoying my blog, I like to utilize the analogy of pretending we live in the stone age to get points such as these across with humor and candor.
Say you go to work your shift, and your manager indicates that perhaps they forgot to mention this to you, uh..but you are such a strong nurse that you are a new graduate's preceptor for the next 6 weeks. You are wearing a uni-shouldered Betty Rubble frock, and are armed with a club. You have a bone in your hair. You are introduced to Penelope Perky, R.N. Good grief, even her club is new and fancy. (Go figure, yours has been used a lot more). A Littman drapes around her delicate swan-like neck, worn much like the Queen having just been coronated. Her clogs, a pair of shiny white virgins never knowing the warm pleasures of vomit, MRSA, liquid stool and urine. Her new name tag doesn't even have one lousy drop of blood on it, yet. Penelope is eager, full of fresh ideas, channeling her inner Florence Nightingale, ready to change the world. HA! What does she know! Your eyes narrow into slits, your pupils are pinpoint. You raise your club in the middle of morning report, ready to pounce on the threat to all that Is.
Hold it right there. Here is the time to evaluate. Because you are a cave-person, you only speak in grunts, only experience feelings viscerally. If you were to only have one word available to you to describe your reaction, what would it be? What color is it? 'Where' do you feel it?
Why is it that you feel the need to strike? You are evolved, intelligent and insightful. Go beyond the primal instinct to devour. What the heck is the problem here?
That evening when you are in Wilma's kitchen ready to make a pot of pterodactyl soup, boil this down also:
From my loving heart space to yours, I share this with you, clubs down. Fear is the basis of all outward emotion. Yes, Ms. Thang, Ms. I-can-catheterize-a-nun-in-the-dark, Ms. Go-to for all of your unit's tough blood draws, Ms. I am on first name basis with every physician who has practicing privileges within 500 miles. You are fearful. But, of what, and why?
Consider --
Fear of change
Fear of actualizing skill sets which you need work on
Fear of being perceived as something less than you would like to be perceived as
Fear of a shift in the hierarchy of your unit
Fear of having to address issues about why you respond to things in the manner which you do
Fear of growth
Fear of other's acceptance of and the embracing of new staff
Fear of not being able to feel safe
Fear of the unexpected
Be secure in who you are. Do self love and boundary work. Elevate your consciousness for the sake of embracing the goodness of all. Eliminate feelings of threat. Forgive past circumstances for causing you pain and heart ache. Love yourself enough to accomplish these things. You are worthy of the care which you provide to others. Be kind to new nurses. (They may have to give you an enema some day). Above all, always remember to Nurse Your Spirit!
Sad, but true. How many bright idea idealists bounce onto the floor with a spring in their step an a gleam in their eye only to transform into defensive, bitter drones within a few weeks. I think, in part, just to fit in by aping the experienced nurses. Experience becomes equivalent with surly sarcasm, "been there done that' style indifference. Optimism and hope are then the definition of inexperience and naivete. It takes a very strong young nurse to weather the social pressure and maintain their desire to 'change the world.'
ReplyDeleteKen! :) Hi! Yes it does, nicely said, and cheers. My practice is devoted to nurses, in all their authenticities yet with a commonality: To help others heal. When one journeys back to determine what their energetic attraction was to healing others (such as possibly healing themselves-"The Wounded Healer Archetype", they can journey forward with fresh perspectives, healthy boundaries and a renewed sense of self worth and love. This is the strength which our young need. How did you find me? Hope all is well with you, Jenjamin and the gorgeous boys.
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