I wouldn’t be where I am if I hadn’t of been a defect, from the very start of my life there’s been something wrong with me and I had to figure out the world as an outsider. I got lucky, parents with insurance, money, or unlucky, I never decided if all these years of correction did me any good.
The point I reached relatively early was that if I ever had the power, I’d do better by a young person in the position I was in than the people did by me.
Well I guess now I’m going to have that chance like I never have before. I’ll be working with children in the exact position I found myself many times.
For the past two weeks I’ve been on a crash course going over behavioral theory, reviewing the therapies I’m supposed to be using. In that time I have been forced to look firmly in the mirror. This is one of the unique oddities of mental health training, it has applicability to the lives of those applying it. It is philosophy as much as it is science. I got snarky at one point and made a remark on how the difference between two options was strictly a matter of philosophic point of view. It was a value judgement, and given where I am in working out proofs I could have defended either.
Thank whatever power you thank that I’m allowed THC or I couldn’t have engaged in this death march through policy review. The similarities between social work, psychology and law review are utterly similar when it comes to forcing facts down the throat of a student like feeding a duck being fattened for the consumption of his liver.
Only I am being fattened to serve a post working with autistic children, not as disposable.
Oh what a pretty cog I must be, my uniform is ready, my means of conveyance almost ready (I must tie down my spare tire for it is to storm terribly on my first day), and I only have two modules left to complete on the morrow. A shower, and I’ll be complete.
They moved my start date up, it was on Wednesday, now it is Monday. In response, I ordered myself some fine leather boot straps adorned with nickle domes. Little bribes, always have been my method to survive stress. They have chains that go under the boots, quite punk rock.