There is a resident at the care center where I work whom I respect and admire a great deal. I am reasonably sure this resident has no idea of this, and so isn’t doing anything intentionally (I’ve never thought that about any of my clients). I am quite intimidated by this resident, though. I don’t know her well, but I am distracted by her presence in the groups I facilitate on her unit. So much so that I notice sometimes I am tempted to change the flow of the session to include or highlight experiences I know she likes. Which is not wise of me, and pretty negligent. But, at least I notice it before I actually do it. I am happy that today I was successful in fulfilling a session plan that provided experiences most of the other residents could find useful in some way, even though many of the experiences I know that particular resident didn’t enjoy. I am aware of this hang-up of mine, but I’m sure it’s not too uncommon. I just need to learn to re-frame my perspective, I think.
A break
Well hello.
This summer has been nuts. Clearly, I’ve not been writing much. At all, anywhere.
Honestly, I’ve had trouble finding inspiration. As one of my very favorite music therapy instructors seemed to like to say, I’ve been incubating. Meaning, I’ve been internalizing most of my ideas lately, waiting for a reason or something to let them out.
My private clients are on break between sessions. I lost one client, but have kept the rest. I am still acclimating to private practice.
I am loving my work at the care center. I love having opportunity to see the residents in most factions of their daily life. People are fascinating. One very dear resident died late last week, and that brought me down some. I am happy to have known her.
Happy Labor Day to you.