Therapist-Personal Narrative

“I’m sorry, that I scared you. I will make sure that the next time, I approach people in a different way.” Then he just walked away and I saw him walk over to two kids and his wife. Then knew he was telling the truth.

I screamed and stood up. I backed into the corner. He walked closer while saying in a very distorted and scary voice

I never thought that I'd be writing to you out of all people. Everyone may question my sanity once they figure out I've been trying to write to you ever since you were convicted five years ago. It's just.... I couldn’t find the right words to explain how badly you hurt me. However, my therapist said that writing this letter will help me accept the fact that I made the dumbest mistake in the world seven years ago when we got married. Oh yeah, I'm going to a therapist. I find that quite ironic since one day I thought I could become a therapist, and specialize in women sciences, but instead, I'm going to one.

As I await the therapist in the waiting room, my mind is racing, heart pounding, and palms sweating. I’ve been waiting for three years to meet with him, but of course, Dr. Johnson was completely booked until now. Each night I have been taunted with an atrocious dream and ready for the affliction to cease. Finally, he appears in the doorway and calls my name. Instantaneously, I stand up and shuffle behind the therapist to the cubicle.

Has your world ever been flipped upside down overnight? Well, mine has when my Uncle had a bad stroke that causes him to lose the left side of his brain. This event changed my life forever it was like I was blind to being able to see for the very first time. Those horrible days truly made me rethink my life, and it taught me how precious life is and how quickly life can be taken away. The biggest thing that came out of this was the improvement in my work ethic, giving it my all 100% of the time, and not procrastinating on anything in my life. Having my world flipped upside was probably the greatest thing that could have happened and here's why.

“I want to live.” She said. She lifted her feet off the small coffee table and set them gently on the floor as she continued to look through me, too interested on the inner workings of her own mind.

As I pulled into the rehabilitation center’s parking lot Monday afternoon I couldn't wait to get inside and feel the breeze of the air conditioning as I escaped from the 95 degree blazing hot weather outside. I was very anxious because I wasn’t sure how this interview would go, let alone if it would happen. I wasn't certain the physical therapist I was going to interview would have time to fit me in. I was up the night before trying to figure out what I wanted to learn from this interview and what kind of questions I would ask. I decided to focus my questions towards the physical therapist I have been shadowing to get to know more about him and his experiences with the job. So far through out my research I have been focusing on the physical therapists and their relationships with patients. I wanted my readers learn more about the person who is caring for these patients and what goes on that patients do not see.

In the beginning, physical therapy made my recovery tedious. I was only interested because it allowed me the opportunity to learn numerous types of injuries from a variety of individuals. For example, I met a girl who broke her arm from falling off the monkey bars. Or the boy who had a complete elbow dislocation, while playing basketball. Although I was entertained by these interesting stories, they made me feel guilty. I was congratulating strangers for their quick recovery, while my own felt treacherous. Therefore, I grew frustrated and irritated with physical therapy and I denied any positivity in my recovery. I became envious until my envy evolved into a depression because I was incapable of physical activities. Therefore, I was forced

Sometimes, I feel like I am experiencing a double therapy. One that I am leading with my therapist, and another one, more passive, in class. School can inadvertently speed up a process for which you are not necessarily ready. It can stir your past and your emotions arise. In that case, there is an assignment that I am postponing and trying in every way possible to avoid or twist differently. The material evoked in class was hard to process and I did not expect it. Ironically, I now think about it all the time. I know that I need to go to the bottom of it one way or another, but homeostasis is compromised and I do not like it. I try to look at it like gym. It is not pleasant but it is good for your health. The problem with that paper is that

I walked away to get some distance then turned around. “Listen, your wife and child are going to die if someone doesn’t help

Still till this day he hasn't got arrested or the detectives have not gave me updates . RIght now am doing very good i still go to therapy if didn't i think i would be a big mess.it has helped me alot i have become a better person it made see things different. I do sometimes have my bad days and weeks but i go thru them . it's hard for me to come to school every year since i told my parents . if we have a 3 day weekend it hard for me to come back to school and get used to the people .

As a narrative therapist with this particular family the goal would be to be an empathic listener and touch on the key facts they describe as part of their narrative to unravel and mend the dilemma that brought them into therapy.

Then I see someone I say hey you and they answer what I say can you help me there's a guy following me and the person says who there's no one there I turn around and there's no he says you must be hallucinating you might wanna get somewhere that doesn't have a lot of smoke I said ok. Then I go take a rest on the sidewalk, then I see this strange character against and it gets closer and closer and closer until it a couple feet away from me then it says something, then I started to get freaked out and then I got up and ran I don't know what it said I ran n I'm right by the lake and there's someone there I think it's Mr. Thomas baker I was so relieved. When I got there I told him what was happening with the guy chasing after me he says oh that was me. I say what. He laughs and says I was trying to catch up to you, but u kept on running so when you sat down I tried to talk to you, but then you got right back up and ran luckily I found a shortcut and beat you here. Oh i thought you were a killer or trying to do something to me. He said no then he said do you have what i gave you. I said said yes it right here i held on it as tight as i can here you go. And he took it. I asked him what are you gonna do with it. He said i'm gonna collect water so i can stayed hydrated and i can give out to people that need it

You are in a deep sleep and having a terrible nightmare of a shady figure following you. He gets up closer and closer, no matter how fast you run. You know he’s behind you. You slowly turn around and only see bright white eyes with only black pupils and the biggest ghoulish grin you have ever seen. You wake up as he gets closer to find a 6’7’’ tall male just staring at you, not saying a

Do you believe that your role as a therapist will end at the end of the day or will it be present in your personal life also?