Today's musing comes to you with an earworm, which happens to be the official term for a song that burrows into your ear and won't get out. Click the link if you dare: Walk Like a Man
As I prepare for my final semester as a music therapy student, I frequently catch myself saying and doing things that a therapist would say and do.
I cringed when I saw an alcohol ad sporting "TGI Tuesday!" because I instantly empathized with the clients I saw in practicum who were in rehab for substance abuse.
I cringe for all the ads and other examples in pop culture proudly displaying a less-than-healthy relationship with alcohol and other substances because I know how hard many of these and other clients will work to overcome their less-than-healthy relationships with their drugs of choice. I find myself wishing the rest of the world could be as sensitive to their struggles as a therapist is.
I found myself carefully assessing the family dog's state-specific anxiety and ended up sleeping on the couch with him to help him get settled while I dog-sat for my parents this summer. Then I caught myself using the iso principle to gradually wean him from needing me right next to him all the time.
Michael Westen of Burn Notice wishes everyone got Green Beret training in high school. I wish everyone had some training in verbal counseling skills and active listening.
I cringe when I hear a well-meaning but unhelpful grief platitude being sent rapid-fire at someone who is recently bereaved, and I have to stop myself from sharing the good news about Person-First Language a little too vigorously so as not to offend.
These behaviors weren't a regular part of my life four years ago.
Undertaking the degree program to become a music therapist has, I hope, made me a more careful observer and a better listener. I think it's made me think more carefully about what I say to others. It has taught me to walk the delicate line between sympathy and empathy. It's definitely taught me that sometimes the best thing I can do for those around me is to go for a run or soak in a bubble bath.
Slowly but surely, I think I am becoming a therapist!
Have you noticed these kinds of changes in yourself as you progressed from green student to professional MT-BC? I would love to hear how you walk the walk and talk the talk!
I love this! I have been an MT-BC for 8 years now, and the more you are in the profession, the more you sit beside others and think, "was that supposed to be a supportive/helpful/kind statement?!" I agree that everyone should be taught to be a better listener and to be more empathetic! :)
ReplyDeleteMallory, thanks so much for stopping by! I appreciate the feedback! And again, sorry about the earworm. I have noticed a new personal pet peeve: you hear someone sharing a current problem or burden in their life and their friend jumps straight into advice without VALIDATING! I want to fling myself between them and offer a few helpful phrases for validation. :-D
DeleteAND, I didn't click on the link but the song is now stuck in my head none-the-less! ;)
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