March 20, 2009

Counseling a Mirror

I am not a perfect soul. I have not escaped my many years without some scars, bumps and bruises. I will soon be a social worker, and looking at it honestly, it wasn't a fluke. I have been on the other side, in one form or another. I'm here for a reason.

Lately, I've been reflecting on what I've experienced the past few months. I've encountered families, clients, psychiatrists, nurses, social workers and many others. In these people, I see the people that I've encountered in my travels through the system. I've also seen myself.

Today, I had an interesting experience. I was sitting across from this one person, talking, when I realized that I had been in that chair. I had sat across from someone, not really hearing what they were saying, resisting what they were saying, and not getting anything from it. I stopped. I asked myself what I wanted back then. How would I have wanted the person in the seat I now occupy to act? What were the words I had wanted? I thought and thought, still listening, and then realized it didn't matter.

It wasn't me over there across from me. While I had been in that place, this person was unique. They were themselves. What they need, while I might not know, it is my work to find out. To do my best. To be a someone in their life that maybe isn't just a cog in the machine, but can be viewed as someone that was there. That was just the presence that was needed.

There is one thing I do remember from way back then, and I can even admit that it's true now: just being there is sometimes enough.


Anonymous said...

Great post! This is something I've seen even people who have their license struggle with. Good for you to make that connection.

Reas Kroicowl said...

Indeed. I think you're going to be just fine.

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