#abson

[clockwayswrites]

ABSON snippet

Jumped around a little. Any words are good words right now. I was doing better then regressed some. But have a little bit of progress:

“Ghost’s aren’t real,” Barry says. “Boo,” Danny replies. His smile is slightly too wide. “Not funny, Danny.” Danny shrugs. “Not trying to be. I’m half ghost.” “How is someone half ghost?” Hal asks with a furrowed brow. “I’m like Schrödinger’s Cat,” Danny explains. He can’t help for for his gaze to flick over to where the Titans are sitting and find Wally’s eyes. “I’m still in the box, basically. I’m half alive and half dead. Both and neither. A balance.” “A myth.” Constantine leans forward. He taps the butt of his unlit cigarette against the table. “Or so we always thought. You telling me that you’re a halfa?” The question pulls Danny’s focus back to the main table of heroes. “Yep. One of three. Me, my godfather, and my clone.” Superman clears his throat. “Ah, your clone?” Danny just gives another shrug. “Shit gets weird when you’re a teenage vigilante.” “Danny,” Batman says, and Danny can’t help but smile again because the man is clearly one step away from pinching the bridge of his nose like he does as Bruce when one of his children is driving him mad. “Start from the beginning.”

#dp x dc #quick death ship #abson #danny/wally

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[9jagospelblog]

Elisha Abson - Tsarki (Music and Lyrics)

Elisha Abson – Tsarki (Music and Lyrics)

Elisha Abson is here again with amazing spiritual song which he titled Tsarki (Holy).. The word Holy is far bigger than we perceive it. It is one of the strongest ways to describe God. Because is God himself. In the book of Exodus, God revealed Himself to Moses as Holy ONE. The thought of the word ‘Holy’ expresses the awesome nature of God. In the Old Testament, the word Holy was attempted to…

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#Elisha Abson #Hausa Gospel Music/Songs

[clockwaysadmin]

A Broken Sort of Normal

FINISHED

Ship: Danny Fenton/Wally West (pre-relationship because they're disasters)

CW: (updating as the fic continues), Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Major Injury, Minor Character Death, Self-Doubt, Jack and Maddie Fenton's A+ Parenting

They were going to lose. It’s a simple, unavoidable fact and it hits Danny like one of Superman’s punches. He fumbles in his attempt to triage Barry’s leg before the limb was lost. The man standing in the middle of the ruins of Metropolis would win. He and his army of hive mind clones would sweep across the rest of the planet. Humanity would fall. They were going to lose.

All things related to this fic can be found in the 'abson' tag on @clockwayswrites. Major links are below.

Start, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Part 5, Part 6

Part 7, Part 8

Part 9, Part 10

Part 11, Part 12

Part 13, Part 14

Part 15, Part 16

Part 17

Part 18, Part 19

Epilogue

(For those very few with ability to comment on this post, DO NOT.)

#dp x dc #Danny Fenton x Wally West #quick death

[clockwaysarts]

[0rdinarythoughts]

"دنیا کا سب سے مضبوط آدمی وہ ہے جو سب سے زیادہ تنہا کھڑا ہو۔"

"The strongest man in the world is the one who stands alone."

- Henrick Abson

#lines

[precariouspuppetmaster]

Bust Shot Design #4 - Jade

SOLD!

You are a JADEBLOOD who has a CHIP ON THEIR SHOULDER and isn’t afraid to let everyone else KNOW IT. People call you the ABSONANT when they call you anything but REBEL or PUNK at all and you have earned a reputation for being the EDGIEST B*TCH in the BROODING CAVERNS.

One of these nights, you’re going to LEAVE. You talk about it CONSTANTLY and have talked about it for SWEEPS, to the point where others are no longer SCANDALIZED by the idea and are just kind of waiting for you to GO ALREADY. You’re GOING TO. It just has to be the RIGHT TIME. You PROMISE.

#|Sold

[yumejo]

let the lungs of me be crowns over you

「ari x overblot!riddle // rindle」 ↳ as always, for @shinmon-c !! i've had the image of ari taking charge to do what she wants for the first time as riddle overblots, they just want to help him - it's their duty as his knight!!

”Enough, enough, enough! SHUT UP!!” Riddle’s strident, jarring scream abraded the rose garden with every pulsation of emotion in his voice, as the corrosion of blot left him more and more absonant. “My mother was correct! That means I’m absolutely correct!!”

An inordinate effusion of pitch-black ink swallowed the air, the rose trees heeding Riddle’s call to rive down those he judged wrong. Dexterously dodging a vine whipping towards him, Cater yelled, tone inundated with dread, “This is seriously bad, all of you get out of here⋯!”

And everyone, all the dorm residents in Heartslabyul, gathered began frantically retreating away from the dorm head’s culminating outburst, devastated by how things had escalated.

But for one particular student, their feet stayed firmly planted in the eroding grass.

Watching as Riddle continued to sink deeper and deeper into his own desperation, Ari took a step forward as they reached their hand out to him—to her beloved, cherished Queen. “R-Riddle, you need to calm down!”

“Huh?” Unbridled eyes fixated on Ari, an ephemeral sense of surprise bursting in his grey orbs, before Riddle gritted his teeth together at the sight of them defying him. “Calm down? What place does a knight like you have telling their queen he’s wrong?!”

“It’s my duty as your knight to protect you!” Ari’s voice resounded as they interjected through the decaying air, the sound and sensation of their shout galvanising them into taking another step forward.

They felt as if they had failed Riddle. They allowed him to deteriorate to this point, staying by his side but not fulfilling what they swore to do. Ace was right—this allegiance was falsified, only helping fester the deplorable conflict within him by enabling his behaviour all this time.

The conviction and resolve to save Riddle seeped through the fissures of Ari’s body with a white-hot intensity as she got closer, squandering this distance between them. “If you keep casting magic like this, you’ll⋯!” they pleaded to him, her hand about to reach his.

“Don’t come any closer!” Riddle shrieked, concurrently swinging his staff forward—and Ari felt a splatter of ink pelt their cheek at breakneck speed, scorching through their nerves as a stain of black and crimson stained her skin as blood rose to the surface. “I have no need for a knight who won’t listen to my orders!”

Harrowed gasps reverberated at the sight, and Mana hurriedly rushed forward to seize Ari’s arm and pull them back away from Riddle as his shoulders trembled with more and more ire. Left in a dazed stupor, Mana’s mollifying words distant against their ears, the revelation that Riddle had outright hurt and discarded them with little regard pierced through her heart.

A rush of raw, violent emotion pervaded between flesh and bone. Ari felt a cluster of tears gather on her eyelashes as both heat and frigidity stung them.

“Riddle, stop this! If you keep going any further, you will lose everything!” Trey’s modulated voice rung, and he tried so helplessly to conceal his own overwhelming worry.

As Trey’s words managed to peel back an iota of Riddle’s dismay, Riddle’s gaze fixated on Ari as she cradled their bloodied cheek. “Look at everyone’s faces!”

Forced to face the utter ruination and anguish he caused, Riddle was incapable of controlling the devastation left behind his wreckage; as any vestiges of his sanity finally became fully deluged in blot.

Overflowing ink enveloped Riddle’s frame, exploiting his hopelessness and obsession with order and control until the Queen of Hearts had dominated him completely. Riddle could feel the guillotine twined around his neck, and if he didn’t listen to the oppressive blot, it’s off with his head.

“He’s 「Overblotted」!!”

Ari witnessed as Riddle’s clothes and demeanour became soaked in black, the distorted and garbled sound of his haughty laughter imposing terror.

From beside them, they heard the headmaster’s words, alluding to them, “Right now, the safety of the other students is the top priority. I shall evacuate the other residents. Therie-kun I need you to go get other dorm heads and teachers to assist⋯”

Panic and trepidation swept their befuddled state, jolting them back to reality; and in that moment, they felt as if the pain in their cheek was nonexistent—and all that remained was the ache in her heart.

The headmaster was instructing her because he knew Ari would listen; that they’d do exactly as they’re told, no matter how they felt on the matter. Should they——?!

“Eat this!!” “Come forth, cauldron!” “Fghnna!!”

The idiotic first-year trio all bellowed, each war cry emitted impelling everyone else into acting alongside them. Even Cater who felt out-of-place united with his fellow Heartslabyul’s residents to put a stop to Riddle.

Clenching her hands into fists, Ari shook her head intensely and brought out her magical pen as determination etched itself onto their countenance. “I’m helping, too! Headmaster, you focus on evacuating the remaining students!” Ari cried, their heart hammering erratically in their chest.

“I’m not going to abandon Riddle! I’m not, do you hear me?!” Ari felt hot, thick droplets cascading down their cheeks as they bawled, that sheen of resolution still gleaming in their eyes, “That’s why, I’m going to fight!”

Nodding her head as Ari instinctively stands in front of her to shield her from any onslaughts, Mana bellowed, “Let’s all work together to stop Dorm Head Riddle!!”

#rindle #selfship fics #otp

[logangarfield]

tagged by @katesharmasheart (thank you!!) to do this music tag 

rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks & list 10 songs you really like, each by different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same

this is funny because I just play the same two playlists on repeat all day long every single day until I start a new fic so lol the songs are just from Caving In and my Angst playlist 😂

shuffle

Unloving You by Abson Seabra

Until The End Of Time by For The Win

Won’t Be by Telltale

Weren’t The One by Eddie And The Getaway

Love Is Gone (Acoustic) by SLANDER, Dylan Matthews

River Stay by The Used

Better Off by 7 Minutes In Heaven

In Two by PALESKIN

31 Days by badluv

Stranger by Riley Roth

songs

Sabotage by Thousand Below

If It’s Too Much To Carry by Jansen The Wldlfe

Walk On Water by Sal3m

Twenty Eight by Taylor Acorn

Already Numb by Dayseeker

Epiphany by UNWELL

Half Empty by State Champs feat. Chrissy Costanza

I Really Want To Stay At Your House by Wither Away

Little By Little by Patrick Droney

Weather by A Story Told

Tagging: @dickgraaysons @fairyofshampoo @spiderboytotherescue @cutetomholland @softholand @heavensenthale @matchalatteallday @yelenasbuddie @singlethread @kieumy + anyone who wants to do this!!

#half empty still lives in my head rent free #also the fact there is an sws song on my repeat is truly something i never saw coming #you guys don't have to do this!! #tag game #kaylee talks

[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort or Normal, Epilogue

WC:1383, Masterpost

Danny glances up from his fight to fit the cufflink into the sleeve of his rich blue suit and smiles at what he sees in the mirror.

“You know, it’s supposed to be bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

Wally grins, easily, from where he leans against the door frame. “I’m the one in white so I think I’m the bride, in this case.”

“Oh, so putting the bad luck all on me?” Danny asks as he turns to appreciate how his fiancée looks. Wally really is stunning in his white on white tux. Danny hadn’t been able to stomach the idea of traditional black and white tuxes, not with Phantom still being such a raw wound. Wally hadn’t minded in the least going with a brighter color palette.

“Never,” Wally promises. “We’ll face whatever comes together.”

It’s a vow that Danny unquestionably trusts. Since the curse broke, Wally has been there for every step of it— and Danny has needed a lot of help with steps. Danny’s weakened core not only handicapped him as a ghost but as a living. Many days Danny is able to pass through it all relatively unaffected, other than the cold ache that has settled into his bones, but other days are harder. Other days Danny walks with canes braced against his arms. Other days Danny needs his wheelchair. Other days he can hardly get out of bed unless he goes ghost. And through it all Wally has done everything that he can to make things easy for Danny.

They have a house now, one story and carefully renovated so that on the days Danny needs the wheelchair he can still move around easily. There are electric blankets and soft pillows and this ridiculous massive bean bag that’s big enough for them to both sink into on the bad days.

And there are good days too. There are days where the aches are just a background note, days it all doesn't hurt so much, days where he can fly. Oh how Danny had missed flying. Of all the things that came with being a halfa, flying is what Danny had missed most– not because he could help or be a hero, he missed flying just for himself.

The first time he had felt stable enough to fly, Wally had whisked them out to that same field their first date was in and let Danny loose. Danny had flown for hours, darting around, doing tricks, and floating among the clouds. When he had come back down to earth, Wally had been there, picnic waiting and the biggest smile on his face.

So like everything in Danny’s life, it’s all a balance: the good, the bad, the effort… Danny loves it all.

He loves it not just because it reminds him of how much living means, but because of how deeply it shows that Wally cares. Wally’s love is one thing he can never question. It’s a certainty that Danny has needed through all of the aftermath.

Once Danny had been released from the Watchtower’s medical, he had started small dealing with it all. Coworkers were easy to reply to and he could trust that informing a few would spread the news to the rest. They didn’t push for more than he was willing to give, though he had known he would come back to questions and rumors.

Everyone else was harder.

He had set a video call with Sam and Tucker at the same time. It was maybe a little unfair to not give them each their own call, but he just didn’t have the energy for that. They weren’t kids anymore and hadn’t been for a long time.

“God, Danny,” Tucker started at the same time as Sam said his name.

He held up his hand and their mouths shut with a clack. His smile was tinged with sadness, but it was a smile. “Don’t. You two didn’t do anything horrible.”

“Dude,” Tucker said and for a moment Danny was back in high school. Tucker looked good, still in bright colors and with his hair expertly shaved on the sides with a little pattern. “We forgot about you.”

“We left you alone to deal with all that,” Sam said. Her hair was a more natural shade of black now and her smoky eye an expertly done wing. It was odd to see her lips red instead of purple.

“Because of a curse. You forgot because of a curse,” Danny said, “and then you just did what anyone does, you went on to have a future. It’s not like we had some big fight or anything, you both just moved on with your lives.”

“That still had to hurt,” Sam said.

“It did,” Danny said honestly. He didn’t see the point of pretending the past hadn’t happened. “But that doesn’t mean it was either of your faults. The last thing I want is anyone doing anything for me out of guilt, especially since in this case it’s misplaced. It’s okay that you both grew up. I did too.”

It hurt and it would always hurt, at least a little, but Danny didn’t want any false care now.

Sam chewed on her lip and Danny smiled a little at the sight of the old habit. “I’m still sorry.”

“Me too,” Tucker said.

“Thanks, that does mean a lot, but it’s okay, really.”

There was a level of peace from that talk. Sam and Tucker both asked if they could reach out sometimes, and Danny said yes but with zero expectations. They were different people than they were as children and Danny knew, because he had lived it, that without Phantom there wasn’t much for them to talk about. And Danny had no plans to talk about Phantom. That part of him had ended with a wish seven years ago. He didn’t want to rehash or relive it now, even with them.

Jazz… Jasmine was harder. Sam and Tucker losing touch was just part of growing up. His own sister ignoring him though, that wasn’t the same at all. If it wasn’t for his nieces, Danny didn’t know if he would even be trying with Jasmine, even as apologetic as she was. There were some things that were too hard to come back from.

“Are they here?” Danny asks and looks back down at his stubborn sleeve.

Wally steps forward and takes the cufflink from Danny. He’s gentle as he fits it into the slot and secures it. “They are. And all our friends are here too. Just remember that you don’t have to talk to them any more than you want to. It’s okay to be taking things slow. It’s okay to decide that you can’t do this with her. You know I’m with you whatever you decide.”

Danny raises Wally’s hands to brush a kiss across each set of knuckles. “I know. I’m so lucky to have you. Is it bad that part of me making an effort with them is so that my nieces have family other than their moms and our parents?”

“Nope. I think that makes you a really good uncle. I mean, where would I be without Aunt Iris? Family like that can mean a lot and if that’s the only reason you have for dealing with your sister, then that’s enough,” Wally assures him.

It helps Danny relax some.

“Okay, good. We’ll just… see how it goes. I’m not going to focus too much on them today, not when today is about me and you.”

“I think that’s all good. You’re just wrong about one thing though,” Wally says, his grin just a little mischievous. Danny loves that grin.

“And what’s that, Mister West?”

“Well, soon to be Mister West,” Wally says, “it’s that I’m the lucky one. I could have lost you so many times and so many ways and despite everything, today I get to marry you. I don’t think there’s anyone luckier than me today.”

“Well, not to have our first fight,” Danny teases, “but agree to disagree.”

“I think I can live with that.”

Danny laughs. There’s nothing funny about that, but the laughter bubbles up in him all the same, not from humor but from joy. “Living, that sounds like a very, very good plan.”

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AN: Aaaaaah we are done!! Not everything is perfect, but Danny is alive and living and Wally is going to be with him for all of it <3. Thank you all for coming along for the ride on this! It's been unexpectedly delightful to write these two together and I'm glad to finally wrap it up with (hopefully) a nice bow.

And yes, this will be going up on ao3 but I need the brain functions to go back to the start and give it a good polish! I'll likely do it chapter by chapter weekly to give myself and my darling beta @mokulule time.

Until then or the next thing here, stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #quick death ship #danny/wally #abson

[aprendizmestre]

exercito poder belico: use a luz da vida para proteger o lugar com o mantra e desproteger dos inimigos o lugar com o mantra e suas localidade estarem protegidas com o mantra e peço para absun o universo titã instragar o mantra do inimigo e somente o seus esteja de pé.. se comunicando com abson o universo titã onde é a localidade do exercito faça e explique que são meu exercito mundial e do brasil e da cidada de são luís e do maranhão e peça para ele de colocar em uma dimensão falsa e vocês ficarem desaparecido mas as balas de vocês se transportarem até o inimigo e os matarem… colocando as mintocantrias em uma parte do corpo tente possuir de forma imaginativa os astros e ozonio as nuvens para gerar telepatia telecinese e uma luz de espada mas use a telepatia ou o sinal para se comunicar com suas forças e a telecinese para confundir o inimigos… tentar atira em ângulos perna e peito e cabeça como foi mencionando ou em uma lateral mesmo sem o treino de equilibrium… o poder dos cosmos dos cavaleiros do zodiacos vocês devem deixar paralisado o inimigo com o poder cósmico e com sentido confuso para poder o derrota e usar desse modo com poder de ataque… o poder soma possessão do sol e do mar para gerar uma áurea amarela você deve usar para colocar um rastro falso de som e barulho ou de movimento de luz e de atenção contraria no campo de batalha ou poder de ataque de deixa desnodoado… o poder da possessão o exercito deve possuir e inibir o inimigo ao sono a um atrabalho ao erro e sonolência e uma calma para eles serem derrotados e uma derrota… O poder do oculto da nova ordem você deve se ocultar com poder usar uma força cósmica de ocultação para bloquear o caminhos do inimigo e oculta o lugar dele… exercito poder belico: existe uma compreensão que é iluminação e luz infra beta e luz infra beta áurea e luz infra beta áurea gama o nome é esse e só precisa com uma água que estar na terra como água mimir e deslumbre ou poder da nova ordem ativar por ser esse nome que alguma parte cósmica do céu usa de forma igual e servem para elevar a compreensão de voar e se transportar e de transportar ou ter uma telecine ou ter o poder e poder da nova ordem para sua mente compreender o poder uma luta e um ação de guerra e a mente ficar no lugar… vocês exercito devem beber a água da deslumbre e água mimir (água mimir e deslumbre é uma água que eu com meu poder coloquei na água da terra do nosso planeta como outros tipos de água infectado com radiação dessa águas para a terra ter esse aspecto por isso vocês tem que ativar as águas com uma afirmação e com um litro e com o copo ou no chuveiro para pedir para elevar a compreensão de vocês e o poder de vocês se mimado e deslumbrando a praticar uma ação maior a raias de um filme ou uma serie)… o poder luz da vida junto com abson universo titã pode servi como proteção dimensional vocês usando desse modo para ter o tipo de poder cósmico junto com abson universo titã (Abson universo titã é o titã cosmos que se apresenta se você usar o poder da luz da vida para entrar em contato com ele é o universo titã que me jura lealdade nisso todo o meu exercito pode entrar com o poder da luz da vida e pedir proteção dimensional para ele que é dimensão falsa é uma outra dimensão vocês estarem e um espectro falso de vocês estarem na dimensão real e o poder luz da vida é um omega de luz que é o poder da nova ordem)… bye editor do site

[psychocasket]

CHAPTER I: Update #06

The scent of absonant lavender floats listlessly through the cloud-filled sky, an enigmatic break from the endless droves of sharp, powerful nothingness that populates its unified form. The winds send rolling hills of white across, promising an eventual downpour of rain. Each cloud twists and curls in its own way, a story of constant change, erosion and rebirth borne into every drop of water held at the precipice of creation.

This sky is an unfamiliar one, a beautiful break from the mist masking every spot in undefinable confusion. As the clouds part, the eye of the storm becomes clear.

Furthermore, the earth here is a brilliant purple, with the soft accents of pink plantlife stretching their leaves under the ebbing sunlight. The clouds lick at the edge of the cliff-face here, looking down endlessly over some unforeseen land. That land holds promise, perhaps, and what she is looking for. The grass dances a quiet dance to the tune of the sky, locked in an endless tango with the gentle breeze.

She has arrived. From what I know of her and you will find out, I think she is unlikely to enjoy hearing us monologue endlessly about land and sky. She desires privacy, and we had better hurry away before we spend too long waxing poetic on this precipice.

Let’s change the channel.

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[444names]

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[futureotstudent]

The Therapeutic Use Of Self.

Imagine that you’re beginning your health journey (for the 3rd time this year) and you decide to start using an air fryer, you already have a functioning air fryer somewhere high up in your kitchen cupboard but you did not attempt to get it, instead you just ordered and newer and bigger one that would fulfil the same purpose. Why would you invest in something that you already have? Doesn’t make sense, does it ? As a future occupational therapist, I can draw a comparison between this. All 5 of my scrub pockets overflow with pens, pieces of paper, a deck of cards, and other random therapeutic items…not to mention my thick assessment file. Out of all these tools the most important and valuable tool of all is MYSELF. Whilst the rest is important, I need to make therapeutic use of myself. This means that as a therapist I can influence the outcome of therapy with the use of my own “personality, perceptions, opinions, and judgments” (MOTR/L, 2023).

According to Wong et al. (2020), there are six therapeutic modes that characterize client–therapist interactions in occupational therapy: advocating, collaborating, empathizing, encouraging, instructing, and problem solving.

OT is beautiful because we aren’t healthcare workers that are restrained to the medical model…we have meaningful, personal relationships with our clients. We collaborate with our clients.

A good way to begin using yourself as a tool in therapy is to begin building rapport and trust with your clients. This will ensure that client’s understand that you’re on the same team, it provides a safe place for them to open up, share personal information that may have therapeutic implications and they would be more likely to fully engage in therapy with a therapist they can trust. Research found that in order “to develop a good rapport, your therapist must, among other things, demonstrate empathy and understanding.  (Successful Mental Health Treatment Depends on Good Therapeutic Rapport, n.d.). During my initial contact with my clients, rapport building is the first step I utilize. I ensure they are aware of the confidentiality of our sessions and I show empathy by trying to understand from the client’s perspective with the hope of trust in return. My clients we able to trust me and therefore engage in therapy with me.

Another part of the therapeutic use of self is advocacy- this involves advocating for our patients and providing them with additional resources to ensure therapy is therapeutic (MOTR/L, 2023) . I utilized this in therapy by advocating for my client’s participation in groups that are more inclusive to his visual impairment. I did this by exploring games that he is able to complete using his other senses/ strengths.

It is important to be present with the client (attunement), to provide unconditional positive regard (accept that they are trying their best), self-disclosure (good for building rapport), and the ability to balance the power differential between the client and you as a therapist. (Abson, 2019)

As a future therapist my thoughts when approaching a new client has changed…it is no longer based on What notes apply? …to now thinking more about what would it feel like to be in their place? If I were them, what would I want from my therapist? This frame of thinking allows me to show empathy and therefore prioritize my client’s needs.

I still have not mastered the skill of using myself as a therapeutic tool but I can say that I have developed quite a bit since the beginning of the year. I used to thinking that it was “wrong” to spend time talking about an unexpected topic during a session and I used to be concerned with impressing my supervisor. But now, when I see a client, I no longer see a case that I need to solve. I see a human being in need of help and most importantly, a friend. Be it praise, encouragement or just a simple act of kindness. Every client I have seen were all in need of something common…a friend. As an OT I am the best and most valuable multipurpose therapeutic tool there could be!

References

Abson, D. (2019, March 3). Therapeutic Use of Self. The OT Hub. https://www.theothub.com/article/therapeutic-use-of-self

MOTR/L, M. C. (2023, April 27). How To Use Therapeutic Use Of Self In Occupational Therapy | OT Flourish. Otflourish.com. https://otflourish.com/therapeutic-use-of-self-occupational-therapy/#:~:text=What%20is%20therapeutic%20use%20of

Successful Mental Health Treatment Depends on Good Therapeutic Rapport. (n.d.). Verywell Mind. https://www.verywellmind.com/therapeutic-rapport-2671659#:~:text=Importance%20of%20Developing%20Therapeutic%20Rapport

Wong, S. R., Fan, C.-W., & Polatajko, H. (2020). Exploring Culture and Therapeutic Communication: Therapeutic Mode Use by Occupational Therapists in the United States and Singapore. American Journal of Occupational Therapy, 74(3), 7403205120p1. https://doi.org/10.5014/ajot.2020.033936

[otstudentwithalife]

Being myself and still helping people is possible ...

Of all the concepts this is the one I struggle putting into words mostly, not because I don’t understand it but mainly because I feel as though it is the center of what we as OTs should embody. Hear me out…

According to Bolt et al. (2019), ‘Occupational therapy is a profession concerned with improving well-being for persons of all ages through enabling occupations to promote health and participation in society. Occupational therapists do this by supporting persons’ engagement in occupations and activities that they want, need, and choose to do in everyday life. Occupational therapists explore new ways of doing things by adapting activities and physical and social environments to improve function, capacity, and participation. 

I believe that as OTs we are different in that we see people holistically and consider them as a whole instead of treating the illness and whether we like it or not that means being empathetic, encouraging, and advocating for our patients where they are discriminated against. According to Wong et al. (2020), “six therapeutic modes characterize client-therapist interactions in occupational therapy: advocating, collaborating, empathizing, encouraging, instructing, and problem-solving.“ 

I have learned to not only be empathetic and put myself in the client’s context in. order to understand them but to also be able to use myself in sessions to correct behaviors that may go unnoticed in the home environment but are maladaptive. In this way, I'm able to treat over time through handling and presentation and not necessarily through the main aim of the session. I still struggle with maintaining the structure of how I know the session would benefit the client and how I act during the session. My biggest flaw currently is following the mind map I have made in my write-ups which in turn tends to lessen the potential impact of my sessions overall in success. 

Being an OT is about constant adaptations and learning and as a person who loves trying to expand my knowledge and expertise this keeps me on the edge of my seat every single day !

These past weeks I’ve learned to not only strive to meet my aims but also strive to stick by my principles because, at the end of the day, that is what optimizes the functionality and success of all my sessions hence the optimal treatment of my patients. Carl Beuhner is quoted as saying 'They may forget what you said - but they will never forget how you made them feel.' Consequently, therapists and care providers need to consider how they are making their clients feel. (Abson, 2022) This is what drives how I not only carry myself professionally but also how I handle my patients because of not only the impact I want to make on their lives but also how I want them to feel about me as a therapist and our sessions. 

Growing up I was afraid to speak out in groups, be the centre of attention, or even be remotely comfortable being myself. In OT using my cultural background to identify with clients in a way that most health professionals avoid is the most uniquely empowering aspect I enjoy.

References

Abson, D. (2022, February 10). Therapeutic use of self. The OT Hub. https://www.theothub.com/article/therapeutic-use-of-self

Wong, S. R., Fan, C., & Polatajko, H. J. (2020). Exploring culture and therapeutic communication: therapeutic mode use by occupational therapists in the United States and Singapore. American Journal of Occupational Therapy, 74(3), 7403205120p1-7403205120p11. https://doi.org/10.5014/ajot.2020.033936

Bolt, M., Ikking, T., Baaijen, R., & Saenger, S. (2019). Occupational therapy and primary care. Primary Health Care Research & Development, 20. https://doi.org/10.1017/s1463423618000452

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