Abstract
I embarked on my professional counselling doctorate bright eyed and bushy tailed, with a passionate ambition to learn and develop. I set up my placements, engaged in the weekly lectures, attended supervision, found a personal therapist and began to write my research proposal and other assignments, whilst continuing work in my office role three days a week. Then around four months into the course I, along with a lot of my peers, seemed to take a nose dive into the more anxious side of the human psyche.
This manifested in various forms for each student; from the fear of failure to feelings of anger or disappointment. Questions began to surface – what does training to become a psychologist really mean? Will I ever ‘arrive’? Arrive where, exactly? I questioned the emotional process of my training. What was really happening, and who would I become?
This manifested in various forms for each student; from the fear of failure to feelings of anger or disappointment. Questions began to surface – what does training to become a psychologist really mean? Will I ever ‘arrive’? Arrive where, exactly? I questioned the emotional process of my training. What was really happening, and who would I become?
| Original language | English |
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| Pages | 54 |
| Number of pages | 55 |
| Volume | 32 |
| Specialist publication | PSYCHOLOGIST |
| Publication status | Published - 1 Jul 2019 |