I worked with developmentally/intellectually disabled adults for over a year before I realized as much as I loved my job...it just wasn't the right thing for me. My mood swings weren't under control yet so I spent a lot of time crying or locking myself in the storage room having panic attacks.

That's just my story. I think it just depends if you can handle the stress of the job and not let moods interfere with resident care. Its still one of my favorite jobs that I have had. (I quit during a mixed episode)