And this may be how it accomplishes the universe holding thing... with varying results....
And I might agree with the sentiment were it not for my final session of the week (a very loooooong and exhausting week) in which the kids themselves began to fall apart at the seams and barricaded the group in the basement with it...
Now... let me clarify... This act in and of itself is okay.
And I truly mean it when I say I believe it was a good thing that the kids were able to express themselves in this way within our session...
However, I ended up leaving the group with SO MUCH ANGER and FRUSTRATION.
Oh, ha ha ha... it's cool! Have a great weekend gentlemen!
*twitch*... *twitch*...
But like I said, the kids didn't do anything wrong... sometimes things like this just happen in my profession.
My job (and the jobs of therapists in general, counselors whatever) requires me to find a way to contain the shit the kids need to get out.. as appealing as that sounds.
And there are times when letting go of it proves to be more difficult than others... which is when a supervisor comes in handy. You know, to help put my own shit into perspectives and help get past it.
Only my supervisor has been MIA for a while, so I'm left with handling it in other ways...
And ALL of these are PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE...
Only it doesn't take me too much longer before I snap...
"NO, I DO NOT WANT TO WATCH THE SOPRANOS!"
So then it's just time to seriously calm down and fucking take a page out of my own damn book and fucking do some damn art... no matter how damn tired I am.
LOOK HONEY!!
I used some duct tape and made this cool ass wallet!!
Now let's go spend money and pretend our problems don't exist!!
We'll be helping the ECONOMY TOO!!
YEAH!!
Noooooooo...
No.
That's not a great way to deal with it either...
All right...
Maybe that's more like it...
Now I'm going to go pass out.
Sometimes... this shit.... uuuuuuuuugh...
Just....
uuuuuuuuugh.....
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