The day has come, the day has finaly fucking come. I filed all the papers, submitted the documents, and signed all of the papers. Effectively proving that I am who the fuck I say I am, and I will pay all the taxes. Once that proof was accepted, I got my start date and waited for the first day and hoped that I made a good impression.
There are very few esthetics for a therapist these days, and my current esthetic of aging, former rock fan, cool mom, and never minivan driver mostly consist of messy buns, tanktops and yoga pants. Clearly not who you want to secure life advice from, but what the fuck am I to do? Power suits, dress suits, high fashion and office caual don’t suite me in any way. So, I decided on a Stevie Nicks vibe, miunus a few flowing scarves.
This was a good choice as I settled in for day one and met some coworkers, supervisors , trainers, and other department employees. It not only fit my overall vibe, but definetly was a fucking ice breaker when meeting everyone.
The long and short of it is very simple. I learned the systems, I learned charting, I learned assessments, I learned documentation, scheduling, interofice communication, policies, insurances, and HIPA. I created my email, my work accounts, and signed up for my insurances and benefits. I met supervisors and department heads and will struggle to remember everything day after day for a week to come . Next week, I officially ge to start seeing patients, and I feel confident and excited.
The only thing left for me to do is to decide how to run this blog and for how much longer. Nobody really seems to be out there, and honetsly, that’s fine by me. I started this as an outlet just for me. A way to navagate, manage an handle the stress, information and any other fucking emotion or situations that came up with grad school. I didn’t need readers, I needed release. I’ll likely stop when it stops serving me, and not a second before or fucking after.
I also wonder if I will simply keep writing basic info about mental health disorders, diseases, and diagnosis or if I will wright about the experiences I have, a little bit of both or evenyuallly none of it ? Only time will tell fuckers.
…….until next week
herewesayf&@#k!!! 