Naturally shy and retiring, Marcus doubted that he’d be up to the task his job as a case manager for families that may not be open to his timid ministrations. “May I help you?” asked a tallish, extremely pretty woman. “You must be Marcus, our new caseworker,” she replied cheerfully, holding out her hand in welcome. Marcus took her hand and shook it, trying to equal the firmness of the young African-American woman’s grip. “Well, welcome aboard, Marcus, we’re looking forward to having you with us,” she said. “You’ll be wanting to see Amy, that’s Ms. I’ll show you to your cubicle, at least I think the one I think you’ll be using and you can rest there until she comes in.” You’re a few minutes early and Amy’s not in yet. “Thank you, but I don’t want to bother you. I can just wait here,” Marcus said, pointing to the client waiting area. “Nonsense,” she said, beckoning him to follow her. We sorely need the male perspective in this work.” “We’re so excited to have a man in our section. He knew men social workers were in the minority in many agencies, but he hardly thought he’d be the only male caseworker in the foster care services section of the agency. “You mean I’m the only guy here?” he asked. ***** Two days later, Marcus’ concentration was interrupted with an invitation: “Come on join us, Marcus.” “No, there are others in some of sections of the agency, but not in our foster care services department.
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