When I was in grad school, I did an internship at one of the public mental health centers in a high risk area. I learned almost nothing about actual mental health treatment. No modes of assessment. No rapport building techniques. No care plan writing skills. Nada.
One, almost everyone who goes into the mental health field is, to a greater or lesser extent, nuts. And, the crazy really comes out at staff meeting. Hours of mind numbing inactivity while the health care providers engage in verbal combat to assert their dominance.
Three, even at the public clinic there are a few ethics you have to adhere to. For example, while I was doing my internship, the clinic director got caught having sex with one of his patients in his office. I would guess that most people, therapy license or not, could figure out that this was not a good idea.
Four,
my interest in working in the mental health field was about the same as my
interest in watching Nascar. Oh look! A
manipulative, non-compliant, pregnant, unemployed, court-ordered, drug
addict. Therapy will fix that right up
and I bet the Nascar drivers are about to turn left.
“Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.” Robert Anton Wilson
"Insane people are always sure they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy." Nora Ephron
"I didn't decide I was crazy until 1952. That's when I began making a steady salary and could afford to be crazy." Allan Sherman
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