Hello hello! I’m writing live from my practicum “intern room”.
I just finished my first 9 am group therapy session. We talked about boundaries, and I provided a template for setting boundaries: (“I understand. I feel. I need.” For example: “I understand that you want to hang out after work, but I feel worn out. I need to spend time together on the weekend instead.”).
Now, I’m going to have a one-on-one session with a new client. We will set goals for what he wants out of therapy, go over limits of confidentiality, and get to know him.
Ok someone is singing right outside the intern room and I really want to inspect .
Then, my supervisor and I had a session. I realized no one knows what actually goes on in supervision. Every supervisor is different, but mine talked with me about my clients, including any countertransference (this is how my clients make me feel, whether that is good, bad, angry, etc). It’s important to remember that we are not just therapists but also humans — I know, shocker– that are impacted on a personal level by what our clients say.
Then, there was one more session, where I went for a walk with my client while we talked. I realize I’m making practicum sound kind of easy, and parts of it can be. But there’s also the side people don’t see: researching at night, coming up with group topics way in advance (and bringing in several in case clients don’t love your topic), or coming up with interventions on the spot. I ended the day feeling good, though. Challenged and not tired.
“I’m going to get Starbucks,” my best friend and fellow therapist announced. I happen to like Starbucks about as much as I like the current heat, which is to say not at all. That said, I have a Starbucks gift card that lives rent free in my wallet. “Please,” I urged her many times. “Take this gift card off my hands.” She ended up only buying a $5 drink and giving the card back. This girl is way too nice.
After work, I drove home and sorted through the fridge. I know, this is the riveting content that you read my blog for. Then, I packed everything except my retainer (you have to forget something, don’t ya), and was en route to my grandparents’ house. I stopped at the gym.
Then, I almost stopped at a nearby lake, wanting a peaceful place to “take myself on a date”. But I remembered how hot it is. So I came straight to my grandparents instead. In the evening, I spent about 2 hours writing clinical notes.
To end off my night, I worked on a new hobby — my album! Many of my photos live and die on Instagram. Nothing is printed. What happens if the internet crashes, or we become luddites and renounce technology? All of my photos will disappear. What will be left? My album, that’s what.
I filled the album maybe 1/3 of the way through, although I have yet to add captions.
And that sums up my day 🙂