To all the doctors, teachers, peers, and family members who didn’t believe I would amount to greatness, thank you. When I was young, I didn’t understand why school seemed more challenging for me than it did for everyone else. I couldn’t discern why I was unable to distinguish my right from my left no matter how many times my teacher sighed and told me it was simple or why I could complete math problems perfectly then copy my answer wrong between the work area and the answer line.…
Summary of the Client Christina is an 8-year-old child who is being adopted by her cousins. Christina’s mother died from a drug overdose. Her mother was physically abusive, neglectful, emotionally abusive and Christina suffers from other trauma yet to be discovered. Christian spent several years in the foster care system and had five different placements. Since moving in with the Martinez family she has started showing several behavioral problems she is acting out, and avoiding any physical contact she is also being verbally aggressive towards tommy and refuses to share mealtimes with the family.…
Oscar, I have to say that I chuckled when I read, "I've done everything in the mental health field except prescribe medication; you name it: case manager, psychotherapist, administrator, clinical supervisor. " You are quite an interesting person Oscar. winking I have to say your previous employment was quite a surprise to me. I'm a little taken back. I'm usually a perceptive person, but you really got me this time.…
My interests in counseling is fuel by hurts and pain of people I observed throughout my lifespan. From the time I could speak, I saw family members, being taunted, by traumatic event that occurred throughout their lifespan. As I watched the hurt and pain of others consume them, I watch them suppressed the pain, in a harmful matter. For the future suppressing the pain, like substance abuse became an unconscious systematic coping method for stressors. Furthermore, as years progressed the hurt and pain presented itself through violence, verbal, and physical abuse.…
At a younger age, I would say I believed that I can only trust myself and my mother, this is because as a little kid my mom would always tell me that there are bad people in the world and that giving them any information about anything can be very harmful. But as I grew up and realized what was actually happening in my country I knew there were millions of others that were suffering against the “bad people” and we could only do something about it if the whole community came together to help. It was at that time when I was about 25, when I started to put some effort into trying to establish more just conditions within my country especially after the implication of extremely high food prices. This is when I started my first strike involving my…
As a child growing up in Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Union, the idea of a vast planet brimming with civilization and culture was more like something out of a fairy tale than it was reality. So, when my father announced that we would be leaving the country to go to Scotland, the home of his and my ancestors, my world began to expand at a rapid pace. This trip could not have been timed more perfectly. The summer of 2007 marked the end of fourth grade, my first year at Saint Mary Academy Bay View.…
The pain began slowly, pricking me with its sharp needles only while doing barre in ballet once a week. I ignored it, believing it to be normal, common discomfort that would soon go away, typical thoughts of a dancer whose entire sport is centered around “good pain”. Six months later, it had escalated to the degree that every step I took felt like an arrow to my knee. Dancing had become impossible, and it was determined that I should be taken to the orthopedist. The bland, brown and beige lobby became extraordinarily familiar as I waited two hours to be examined.…
The summer before my senior year I began my first job. I was a counselor at a summer camp, called Camp Commotion. It took place at my church and was a 10 week program for kids in kindergarten to sixth grade. Being 17, I was the youngest employee of the 27 staff members, everyone else was in college or older. The camp was made up of a theater, gym, and 6 rooms for the different activities, like cooking, sports, crafts, etc.…
My clinical experience so far has been quite interesting, because I learned basic clinical procedures and preventions that I know will benefit me as a nurse in the near future. During lab, we discussed infection control, personal hygiene, and isolation precautions. These procedures impact my personal health and wellness, because I need to ensure that I am using the proper techniques in order to keep me safe. Also, I know that it is important to make sure my patients are not at risk of developing hospital associated infections.…
The Never Ending Rollercoaster As my friends and I pass by store to store we had realized that there was a bright red flyers. It had caught our eye, we went and grabbed a flyer and it had said “Ladies and Gentlemen there is going to be a new rollercoaster opening up this Saturday! Come and join the ride!” My friends had said that they wanted to go and check out the rollercoaster.…
The Switch Up Shortly before midnight after arriving home from church, my parents rushed me to the hospital for severe abdominal pain. I was ordered morphine to treat my agony; however, it inflicted me with severe hallucinations, memory loss, and sore muscles. Fortunately, my amnesia episodes quickly came to a terminal end. Hours later, my doctor deliberated on my bizarre reaction, explaining that a nurse had accidentally switched the morphine dosage with that intended for a 250-pound man. The doctor assured us side effects were only temporary.…
Narrative therapy A narrative is a story comprised of a collection of events. Every person has a story; for some, it’s essentially positive sprinkled with negative events throughout. But for others, the negative elements or problems are front and centre, overshadowing anything positive. Many people go through life defining themselves by their problems.…
OMG, dude. I cannot for the life of me bring myself to have motivation to continue with school life. I am constantly tired, hungry, stressed, and pressured that it is driving me crazy. I just want to sleep like for a year.…
I was scared. It wasn’t my first time in a emergency room getting stitches but it was the first time that i saw all that blood. I was getting light headed with my grandma telling me not close my eyes. I thought she was exaggerating like she always does…
A Life-Changing Epiphany “Speak for the silent, stand for the broken.” These eight words modified how I distinguished myself personally and how I regarded other individuals. Secluded from the world, I lived as a ghost in my own life. Hearing Mike Smith’s speech at a leadership conference revised my understanding of life. Life isn’t about technology or social standing, life is about understanding that each person matters and deserves to be noticed.…