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These are just pics of some pretty flowers but with a photo blog i need to have pictures before i can post words. :)
Right now I am coming to the end of my mental health rotation. My professor has been awesome and although i am pretty sure this is not a field i want to go into i have learned so much. Yesterday i spent the day with the social worker/chaplain at the hospital. Today i spent the day in a Psych hospital. A poem my instructor read to the class: When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving advice you have not done what i asked. When i ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell my why i shouldn't feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings. When i ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem. Listen! All i asked, was that you listen, not talk or do, just hear me. Advice is cheap: 10 cents will get you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper. And i can do that for myself. I'm not helpless. Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless. When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and weakness. But when you accept as a simple fact that i do feel what i feel, no matter how irrational, then i can quit trying to convince you and can get about the business of understanding what's behind the irrational feeling. And when that is clear, the answers are obvious and i don't need advice. Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what's behind them. So, please listen and just hear me. And, if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn: and I'll listen to you. Yesterday i learned and observed how to asses a child/parent and intervene when possible abuse has occurred. (with the social worker) I also worked with and learned a lot about the role of a chaplain in the process of death for a hospitalized patient. Today i cared for a patient with schizophrenia: paranoid type, and for a patient with Bipolar disorder,(in the acute phase). Now i have several papers to write. This rotation has changed my perspectives and intrigued me. During group therapy as i heard people share and grieve i thought of the lyrics 'God of heaven come down, heaven come down' from Song Of Hope. |
Today, as of 2:30 when I left the hospital, my Fall break began. And the fabulous part of it all is that I have the next 5 days off!! YEAH!!
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