By Kerry Parker, Director of EveryDay Care & Support
I never imagined how deeply a job would shape me. Being a community care worker was never just about helping people at home. For me, it was about stepping into their home, their world—even if just for a moment—and seeing their life with whatever had been thrown their way.
The Power of Presence
Some days were filled with laughter, like when I visited Mr. T, who insists on telling me the same story about his cat every weekend. Other days were quieter—like sitting with a woman who had recently lost her husband, making a cuppa while she talked, or sometimes didn’t speak at all. It wasn’t always about doing. Sometimes, it was about simply being there and offering support where I could.
I’ve learned that my presence was powerful. It was never about grand gestures. I simply showed up, consistently, treating people with kindness and respect.
The Daily Routine
My mornings started early. I’d check my paper rota—woe, how times have changed—pack my bag with a box of gloves, necessary paperwork, and snacks (because you never know when you’ll get a break), and then begin my shift. Every visit was different: medication support, personal care, preparing a meal, companionship.
The People I’ve Met
I’ve been so lucky to meet some fantastic people. I strongly believe that everyone has a unique talent—some obvious, others revealed over time. I’ve cared for former teachers, war veterans, engineers, crafters, mothers, and not forgetting the troublemakers. Their stories made my day—what a hoot!
Lessons That Stay With Me
I’ve learned resilience from a woman whose son survived life-changing injuries, yet she carried on caring for her husband while supporting her son. I’ve learned grace from a man who lost his mobility but never his humour. I’ve learned that dignity matters, and that everyone—no matter their age or ability—deserves to be seen, heard, and valued.
The Emotional Weight
The job isn’t always easy. There were days when I came home emotionally drained, carrying the worry and weight of someone’s pain. But I’m proud, knowing that I made a difference—however small—in someone’s life.
Why I Chose This Path
People often ask why I became a care worker. The truth is, it was never just a job to me. It was the privilege of being trusted, of being let into someone’s home and life during vulnerable moments. It was also about celebrating the success stories, however small.
I’m Kerry Parker, and I am proud to have been a community care worker. It was definitely not glamorous, but the work was real. The role reminded me of what connection truly means.