Saturday, August 12, 2017

Working as a Therapist

     If you would have asked me, I would have never believed that the age of 21 I would be working as a therapist. I mean isn't that a crazy thing, that a girl without a degree would be working as a therapist, and for kids with Autism? It doesn't make sense. (Don't you have to go through years of college?) But God knew I'd be successful, and even thrive at this job. A job I didn't know existed, and didn't know if I'd be good at, given such an official name as a Treatment Technician at a company called Children's Behavioral Health Services, it seemed pretty intimidating, but the people there reassured me I'd get a lot of training.

   From this I learned the fact that God had actually gifted me in the area of one-on-one relationship building, so working with autistic kids one-on-one versus as part of a group was something I was actually better at. I was originally wanting to go to college for Special Education, but didn't want to be a teacher. By working as a Treatment Technician I can teach kids things one on one without having to deal with the stress of a room full of kids. I would have never wanted to be a therapist either, from what I knew of them, they were people that asked a ton of questions for an hour that were unhelpful to your condition. But through this job I learned that not all therapists are like that. I can actually teach kids things that will be crucial to them throughout their lives, and reduce behaviors so they can better fit in with the rest of the world.

   In this job I get to play a lot of games, read a lot of books, and sit in the tiniest chairs. Seven kids to teach a variety of things. Seven kids that I get to learn a variety of things from. I love them all so much, even when they're angry, unfocused, or ignore me. This will change when I go back to Parkside. 7 kids will be reduced to 4 or less as I will be putting school before work starting then. As I think about who I'd want to be one of the 4 I can't choose. They all have something special to bring into my life. But this probably won't be our last goodbye, as I will probably again work with them next summer. (That being that God doesn't want me to work somewhere else). But some people only are apart of our lives for a short time, and if it has to be the last goodbye I'll accept that.