(I like that this has no gender pronouns, too.)
I like that the person asking for sex isn’t pissed off.
This is great.
The part that gets me?
We have to explain this to folks…
After the most torturous semester in graduate school (well, we’ll see..) I finally have some time to breathe. Exhale.
I have successfully completed 720 of the 700 required hours for graduation of clientele and related work (and 2280 more for licensure). DMH and county regulations for community mental health is no joke. Yikes. Basically worked double the hours of most of my peers because of the “guidelines”. I said i wouldn’t do it again, but i got a scholarship stipend (yay!), to work at any county contracted facility. I hope I can find a place I like though :)
Anyway, it’s amazing how much seeing clients consumed my life. A lot of my thoughts or sentences began with “My client….” or some variation of it, of course all confidentiality included. I have grown to become very frustrated with some things in this world, but more so very humbled and thankful for much more after working with lower income children and their families. I still believe that people are good, and that the decisions they make are troublesome. Decisions can be shaped if hearts are pure. It was so hard to say goodbye to my clients when my time was up. I only hope to have left a small piece of support with them.
My last semester arises and I am overwhelmed with emotions. Only one more “class” to take, personally my most difficult one, and another class set up more like an independent study to finish my thesis.