A thick stack of referrals awaited me as I got to juvenile hall this morning. The good news is more than half has been released almost immediately so I attended to the few and carried on. Back to the clinic to a kid on probation who doesn’t think he’s on probation. Interesting.
When things are supposed to work, they just work: there’s no trying to hammer the round peg into the square hole or vice versa it just glides into place and that’s what happened today. We’ll be going from 1900 ft.² to 890, and only a two bedroom but I’ll give the kids each a room and then I’ll stick my Glorious Bed in the living room and put my wicker divider up. They spend all their time in their rooms anyway, so who cares?
My next client had experience to head injury similar to the one I had, and I easily understand the frustrations she’s experiencing right now. Then came another client. This one was very tough; we’ve been working almost a year and today more words of the trauma escaped her lips. Being a therapist is really hard sometimes.
Tonight there’s a party celebrating my supervisor as she departs our clinic and makes her own way. She’s been here 8 years and has been my supervisor this whole time, through my trainee ship and almost all of my internship. I will miss her, but understand all to well about needing to move on.
Life, after all, moves in cycles.
Pictures: Our new home for the next 6 months; A client made me out of Play-Doh today. I love the big heart she gave me.
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