Today, I saw eight residents of a nursing home where I provide psychological services each Tuesday. It was certainly a very emotionally taxing day.
I met with two female residents who were very despondent about the recent deaths of two fellow female residents on their same floor. One remarked that it’s terribly lonely to get old, since you lose all of your friends.
Another male resident was in considerable emotional distress. He has passive suicidal ideation, given that he simply wishes for God to allow him to die, each night before he goes to sleep. His wife of more than sixty years has refused to continue to care for him in their home.
It’s very emotionally draining to be up close and personal with such intense levels of emotional distress. Being a compassionate, competent clinical psychologist is a very demanding task.