06/10/2025
At 16, I rejected the idea of becoming a social worker. The profession felt too closely tied to harm—particularly the systemic removal of children from their homes, and the legacy of the Sixties Scoop and Residential Schools, which my province played a significant role in. That history haunted me, and still does. I continue to grapple with it daily, seeking ways to make meaningful amends. I have sought out ways to decolonize my thinking- watching my language, giving way to Indigenous ways of being to be a guide and influencing factor in my life, especially in decision making and engaging with others.
Now, at 42, I embrace being called a Social worker. Through time, reflection, and experience, I’ve come to see the versatility and depth a career in social work can offer. As a learner, therapist, instructor, and Black woman, I’m in awe of the opportunities that have shaped me. I’ve found space not just to grow, but to give back with intention.
This past weekend, serving as Vice President of the Canadian Association of Social Workers, I experienced a new rhythm of appreciation. At the Black Cultural Centre in Nova Scotia, I felt a deeper connection to my Blackness—a celebration of identity I rarely see reflected in leadership spaces I've been apart of. A song echoed in my heart: "let every voice and sing". A push to engage with others through love and care. A reminder to do the best I can.
I’m deeply committed to this journey—of learning, unlearning, and embracing new ways of being. What ways are you decolonizing your life??
