Thursday, May 19, 2011

The end of an experience

As part of my training, I was a therapist at a private liberal arts college, but this week was my last week. It was sad saying goodbye, but they gave me a present:

(It's a blanket, not a sweatshirt).

Next week I'll be doing psychological assessments (for custody hearings, mostly, it seems) and family therapy (in McMinnville of all places), but this week I got to luxuriate in my tiny, windowless office (that I shared with two people and lots of files), finish a mound of paperwork and listen to hours of audiotaped sessions. The life of a (student) psychologist is totes glamorous, let me tell you.

2 comments:

Hesses Madhouse said...

Oh yes, luxuriating is the best and very well deserved it sounds like. Way to go!

Motion DeSmiths said...

I used to do transcriptions for psychosexual evals. Scaaaarrry stuff.

I was typing up one when OUT OF NOWHERE the doc said "Patient presented with severe psoriasis and would peel his skin off and eat it throughout the exam." I shrieked and did a "I'M SO GROSSED OUT" dance.

It was stuff like that that had me squirming in my seat. All in all, a very entertaining job.