Hey Issac, I hope all is well. I enjoyed reading you little story about your elderly petite morning patient, it was cute. You made a lot of good points about first impressions and how it can help make the therapist sessions much smoother. This I believe is important because just like you and I, we can tell when people do not want to deal with us of are impatient or are just having a bad day. This energy sometimes rubs off on us and we treat this person just how they treat us and at the end of the day no one is happy.
They dug deep and discovered one of my fatal flaws, I told them about my past and why I hesitate to speak about myself. I must admit, I started as the therapist, but then they turned the table and sat down to listen to my growing despair. I feel proud of helping anyone that I can. With this experience I demonstrated to myself that I am persistent, that I do not take setbacks for granted, that I am amenable, that I care about people, that I am a human, that I give mutual support, and perhaps the most import one to accept
Aspergers, Anxiety, Depression In first, second and third grade, I never had a friend. I was loud, single minded, obnoxious, and unable to interact with children my age without making them feel extremely off-put. Once I started getting into fights with the kids who were bullying me, I was diagnosed with Asperger’s.
INTRODUCTION I was 43, when I finally decided to try with all my heart to face the demons inside of me. I had been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and my physical health was suffering from incredible fear, anxiety, and migraines. The migraines were so severe that I was visiting the doctor once a week and had been sent to the hospital several times for relief. My entire body ached, flashbacks wouldn’t cease and I was falling apart.
There were too many things to do and each needed to be accomplished at the same time. Annear older sister Orinda was beyond sixth level insane. She believed her grandfather had killed the only man she had ever loved and wanted her dead as well. The person responsible for the death of both sisters’ parents, cause of their family members’ demise, and most likely responsible for the missing cash of hand weapons may or may not be still on board the GSS Lancer. Acting Captain Norton was trying to convince anyone who would listen to his babbling that he was innocent, and didn’t give the order for an extremely large breach in their security.
I shared with my therapist that every time after leaving session I left feeling motivated and liberated. Throughout my sessions my therapist gave me homework that would help me use as a tool outside of counseling to face my fears and begin making changes in my life. During my fifth session, something very powerful occurred which I had never experienced before and helped me understand more about myself. In this particular session I began to talk about my mother, I don't recall why she came to topic, but I just remember feeling strongly upset with the idea of not having her in my life since I was five years old. My therapist then asked me to pretend she was there sitting beside me.
When i was in the 9th grade, I saw someone in my class being told not to do this, not to say that, and to generally stop being who he is. When I heard that I was conflicted. It was either to stay low and do and do nothing or to say something and stop what was happening. Once i stood up I went out out and corrected him of what he was doing and why it was wrong, even though it was social suicide at this point. Nevertheless, it changed me forever for what I stood up for and what I stand to do.
Self Narrative I was born on March 19, 2000 at 3:03 am in Oak Park Hospital. When I was born, I was born with only half a leg ,and that is significant to me because it is what make me stand out from others. I was raised in Chicago, IL by my mom and father. I could not get a prosthetic still I was 1 years old , so for my 1st birthday I got my first prosthetic and had a birthday party.
Although having all of those skills is still very important, being friendly, caring, understanding, and trustworthy are the skills that will help you connect with your patients. Earning the trust of your patient is crucial to all therapy processes, especially in behavior and substance abuse patients, which means being able to not judge your clients for their actions is such an important responsibility. Therefore, if the client does not trust and connect to their therapist, it is more likely they will not complete their road to recovery. All of my life I have been a very outgoing, talkative person, and I am usually the person my friends come to for advice in difficult situations. I love giving people advice, and I like helping people figure out and
Over the last fifteen years, I have grown mentally and socially. I credit my growth to my ability to analyze and understand the world for what it is. Social imagination is the use of information to understand the world and ourselves for who we are. Possessing the quality of mind that can develop reason and the capacity to shift perspectives are the basis of social imagination (Mills 2000). As I mentioned in reflection one, I came to realize that my way of thinking is what helped me overcome living a poor lifestyle.
Overworked. That’s the closest word that I could use to describe this week. I feel like this journal is going to be about me just bickering, yet there is some stuff you might want to read about. First of all, I have been sleeping three hours this week because of upcoming midterms, quizzes, and assignments due. I am sleep deprived and mentally drained and as my second year in college I have never had my life drained out of my body like a passing shadow.
I still feel very much exhausted despite sleeping for hours. This morning I woke up at 8:30am and have been resting at home. Perhaps, I shall go for a short run to boost my energy. I shall not complain as sleeping is still a natural way to repair the body and mind. It is much better than having to take drugs.
“So this is what it’s like to be a lone wolf, having no one, my only friend is the one who looks back at me through the mirror.” I think this thought every day when I ride the bus, because I really have no friends. I sit in the very back of the bus, I go to school in a rather rural area in Pennsylvania, but my bus is packed. The elementary school kids are doubled and tripled in their seats, the high school kids are mostly doubled, accept for the three girls in seat eighteen, because nobody dared to sit with me. I wasn 't a weird kid, I didn 't move here recently, I did look bad, I had long black hair, 6”1 ', broad shoulders, rather slim but muscular from working on the farm, calloused hands from working with hay and tools, squared jaw, farmer
I am an extremely antisocial person and tend to stay to myself. Even if it’s at school, work, or even a family members’ house. When I was younger my mom would punish me if I wouldn’t engage which made it worse. I have been told repeatedly that I will change once I get older and I will “grow out of my shell”. I’m eighteen now and things haven’t changed much.
18 made it quite difficult between being responsible and desiring to be, well, an 18-year-old. All the while, I felt like life was a tremendous test in my ability to committing my goals. Tackling through the struggles I managed to work extensive, strenuous hours, even chosen side jobs, and gutted up rental homes for several years to allow myself to accumulate some credit in my account. One afternoon shift I was called into the store manager's office. I was being offered a promotion for the shop
