Perfection

I love how my need for believed perfection paralyzes me from remembering things I’ve learned well in the past. Tonight I had my first true assessment session with a child with developmental disability, and going into it, I was horrified that I had no idea how to assess this client, nor what experiences to use with the client. Then, my client’s mother mentioned something that triggered my thinking of targeting impulse control, and with that, I remembered a flood of experiences I’d used before. Now, I feel much more at ease, and look forward to creating a treatment plan for this client. 


All I needed to do was listen.