Dr. D. is guest blogging over at Plywood People again…
During my residency, it was not uncommon to find me sitting in my supervisor’s office, nursing a cup of coffee and pouring over a page of notes from a session I just finished. Most often I was positive that I had missed something, or that the intervention I had just implemented was the wrong one. After all, I was appropriately (or anxiously) feeling the weight of being a psychologist, soon to have Dr. in front of my name. How was I always supposed to know what the “right thing” to do was? My supervisor, whose voice I can still hear resonating in my mind, would smile a little smile, play with his pen a bit, and say “well you know…
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