Red Ink and Raised Voices: What are we really teaching?
I hear it over and over again in supervision sessions: ◾ a mentor who once yelled at a trainee that they were unfit for this profession
I hear it over and over again in supervision sessions: ◾ a mentor who once yelled at a trainee that they were unfit for this profession
Even now, as an adult, her hands tremble every time she writes ‘g’. Her signature has a crooked ‘g’.
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐀𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.
There was a time I hated hearing the parable of the Prodigal Son in church. For those who don’t know the story it’s about a younger son who
About three months ago, Mamatha Pendyala and I decided to experiment with an idea that was very close to our hearts. We have always loved reading and loved discussing them for hours!
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 — 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬.
All my life, I have heard my family blame it on me for choosing to study psychology.
“You think too much, shouldn’t have let you study psychology.”
I wake up to a flood of messages from school groups
👉 Has anyone marked East India Company locations?
Talking about dysfunctional family dynamics isn’t easy, especially in a culture that constantly emphasizes the importance of loving your family.
My daughter recently shared something that worried me. She told me that some of her friends say things like “I would rather die”
“The first impression often foreshadows the final outcome.” Never have I understood the rationale behind the hostility, belittling, and stress tactics used by interview panels
“Never have I ever!” It’s a game we often play at parties or gatherings, and one statement I used to share in my mental health professional (MHP) group was: “Never have I ever had a client jump