Sorry this is so long! Maybe this is the kind of thing better left to the pages of a private journal, but I'm curious if anyone else has felt like this. Does anyone else know what I mean by dealing with nurse guilt? I don't mean making a mistake, then beating yourself up about it afterward. I mean just a general sense that I should be a better nurse and be more caring than I am. Like I'm not quite good enough to be considered a "good nurse."
I've been a nurse on a busy progressive unit for 3 years, so I'm no veteran, but I'm also not fresh out of school. If I have a super hectic day where I'm running around nonstop just trying to stay afloat, at the end of the shift I feel guilty that I didn't make more of a connection with my patients and didn't take the time to make them feel special or like they were genuinely cared about. On the flip side, on those rare slow shifts where I actually do have time to chit-chat with my patients and make them feel that they were receiving top notch personal care, I still sometimes feel like I didn't do enough. I seem to have this idea that if I still had some time to put my feet up, then I didn't try hard enough and didn't give enough of myself.
I think a lot of it stems from the feeling that I'm going through the motions of caring, but not truly "caring." At least not in the way I feel I should. For example, I recently had an end-stage cancer patient who developed a connection with me. Before I left my last shift of the week, he went on and on about how much he appreciated my caring nature and attention to his needs and for making him feel so special. That should make me happy. But instead I left feeling guilty because it hadn't meant near as much to me as it did to him. He was the sweetest guy, and I had obviously cared about him, felt for him and his struggle, and wished him all the best, but I also kind of felt like I was just doing my job. Being kind and polite, asking about his life, making sure his needs were attended to...going through the motions without feeling all the meaning behind it that he interpreted.
And then there's the 'ol "I really want to care, but I just don't right now," feeling. My coworkers and I were having this discussion the other day. We're sitting around ragged, run-down, and with still half a shift to go. Somebody voiced what we all felt too guilty to say: "I want to care, but I don't. All I care about is doing what I have to do to get through this shift." Thankfully things aren't like this all the time, but let's face it: sometimes patients whine, demand, complain, insult...and just in general run you down and wear you out to the point where you see them as a job to do instead of a person to care for. And I feel terrible when I start thinking like this! I know in my head that I should be more empathetic and patient, but in reality all I see is a duty to push through, and a problem instead of a person. It sounds horrible, and I really don't like admitting to feeling that way. Has anyone else felt like this? And if you have, what has helped you push through and gain a better perspective?
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Sorry this is so long! Maybe this is the kind of thing better left to the pages of a private journal, but I'm curious if anyone else has felt like this. Does anyone else know what I mean by dealing with nurse guilt? I don't mean making a mistake, then beating yourself up about it afterward. I mean just a general sense that I should be a better nurse and be more caring than I am. Like I'm not quite good enough to be considered a "good nurse."
I've been a nurse on a busy progressive unit for 3 years, so I'm no veteran, but I'm also not fresh out of school. If I have a super hectic day where I'm running around nonstop just trying to stay afloat, at the end of the shift I feel guilty that I didn't make more of a connection with my patients and didn't take the time to make them feel special or like they were genuinely cared about. On the flip side, on those rare slow shifts where I actually do have time to chit-chat with my patients and make them feel that they were receiving top notch personal care, I still sometimes feel like I didn't do enough. I seem to have this idea that if I still had some time to put my feet up, then I didn't try hard enough and didn't give enough of myself.
I think a lot of it stems from the feeling that I'm going through the motions of caring, but not truly "caring." At least not in the way I feel I should. For example, I recently had an end-stage cancer patient who developed a connection with me. Before I left my last shift of the week, he went on and on about how much he appreciated my caring nature and attention to his needs and for making him feel so special. That should make me happy. But instead I left feeling guilty because it hadn't meant near as much to me as it did to him. He was the sweetest guy, and I had obviously cared about him, felt for him and his struggle, and wished him all the best, but I also kind of felt like I was just doing my job. Being kind and polite, asking about his life, making sure his needs were attended to...going through the motions without feeling all the meaning behind it that he interpreted.
And then there's the 'ol "I really want to care, but I just don't right now," feeling. My coworkers and I were having this discussion the other day. We're sitting around ragged, run-down, and with still half a shift to go. Somebody voiced what we all felt too guilty to say: "I want to care, but I don't. All I care about is doing what I have to do to get through this shift." Thankfully things aren't like this all the time, but let's face it: sometimes patients whine, demand, complain, insult...and just in general run you down and wear you out to the point where you see them as a job to do instead of a person to care for. And I feel terrible when I start thinking like this! I know in my head that I should be more empathetic and patient, but in reality all I see is a duty to push through, and a problem instead of a person. It sounds horrible, and I really don't like admitting to feeling that way. Has anyone else felt like this? And if you have, what has helped you push through and gain a better perspective?