I am about to enter my last, and possibly hardest week of my placement. Overall, it has been amazing. Every day, I become a tiny bit closer to becoming an OT. At the same time, I watch the qualified OTs I am working with and wonder how I will ever be as good as they are. I know I am in for a long, difficult, exciting and rewarding journey.
In the last few days, I have been unexpectedly hit with the thing I naively thought I was cured from. It is the thing that brought me to occupational therapy in the first place, the thing this blog is dedicated to. It is a painful reminder that physically I am not always as strong as I expect to be, but it is a reminder that I probably need to become the understanding, empathic OT that I want to be.
The most important thing is that this time, I have the skills to become my own occupational therapist. I can help myself in ways that I couldn't before, I have techniques that wouldn't even have crossed my mind before I started this course that I can apply to myself. And as disappointed as I feel when I have to leave work early because I am unwell, I AM fit for practice. The last 5 months have been some of the most significant months of my career, and this is probably the stress of it taking it's toll on my body. My practice educator reminded me of this. For the first few months of university and the first four and a half weeks of my placement, I felt absolutely fine. As long as I remember how much progress I have made, and try to become my own OT, I will be fine.
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