ABSTRACT
Recently reviewing some personal memorabilia which included old school reports, I noted that as a 14 year-old in 1968 I was Social Services representative for my form. Perhaps this was a portent for the future but I certainly didn’t realise it at the time. As I grew older my commitment to fundraising for UNICEF (United Nations Children’s Fund) grew into a deeper interest in recognising social and economic inequalities. But I had no idea of what social workers really did, far less becoming one. In the sixth form, I began to do voluntary work with children from a deprived area of one of the neighbouring boroughs in London where I lived. I also helped in a rehabilitation unit for head-injured patients, but none of this was with a view to a career.
