In the counseling department at work they also work with undergrad students as interns. I just had one of the counselors ask me if I wanted to give a 30 minute presentation to the students about working with victims of sexual abuse.
Uhhh . . . Well . . .thanks for such a little topic. Umm . . . I'm flattered. No I'm terrified. Yes, I have a graduate degree in counseling. I also happen to have that degree from a school whose founders are the gurus for working with victims of sexual abuse and yet somehow my most immediate response was I'm sure I don't know anything about it, this is way over my head. Umm. . . Why are you asking me?
Having chosen not to begin my own practice I feel a little bit fraudulent, but I should do this. No I want to do this, it will be fun to think through and it will be a chance to not answer the phone. Also, I don't think I can get away from it.
My supervisor is insistent that I say yes. Uh, better keep her happy so I can continue hating my job ; )
I will sing for the veil that never lifts/I will sing for the veil that begins, once in a life time maybe, to lift/I will sing for the rent in the veil/I will sing for what is in front of the veil, the floating light/ I will sing for what is behind the veil—light, light and more light/This is the world and this is the work of the world. ~Mary Oliver
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At least it would be 30 minutes off the phones...
Halleluiah to that!
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