Autobiography Internship in Counseling At times, it is good to take the time to stop, to ponder, and to take a look at the past of one 's life. Reminiscing can be food and health for the soul. It is good to take account of your life, of where you have been, and what you have accomplished to see where you want to go. In this autobiography introspective was the focus. This paper explored significant events and life’s experience that impacted me as a person and as a counselor. This paper explored: (a) background information, (b) significant childhood events, (c) significant adolescence event, (d) significant adulthood events, (e) strengths, (f) areas for growth, (g) how I see myself, (h) personal goals as a counselor, (i) professional goals
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When I think about my early childhood many emotions, and thoughts run through my mind. From the spectrum of (a) abandonment to undertaking, (b) rejection to accepting, (c) forgotten to remembered, (d) not cared for to care for, (e) unloved to loved, and (f) trust versus mistrust. My mother gave me up out of five children; I am the one she gave up. How ironic was that? Her friend Loyce raised me until age six. I thought Loyce was my mother. Suddenly, one day a lady come to get me saying she was my mother. She said I had to go with her. The day I had to leave Loyce was the worse day of my life. I went screaming, kicking and kicking. Loyce and my mother told me about the so-called reason my mother left me with Loyce. Supposedly, after my mother gave birth to me, she fell on hard times. My mother worked the graveyard shift. She did not have a car. So after work she had to walk to pick me up from Loyce house. Eventually, my mom said, Loyce told her to wait until the morning to pick me up. The morning turned into me staying the whole week and going home on the weekends. She said that Loyce wanted to keep me, and she just stopped coming to pick me up. I had a very hard time adjusting to living with my mom and siblings. It was difficult going from an only child to have a sister and three brothers. I grow up feeling unloved by
When I think about my early childhood many emotions, and thoughts run through my mind. From the spectrum of (a) abandonment to undertaking, (b) rejection to accepting, (c) forgotten to remembered, (d) not cared for to care for, (e) unloved to loved, and (f) trust versus mistrust. My mother gave me up out of five children; I am the one she gave up. How ironic was that? Her friend Loyce raised me until age six. I thought Loyce was my mother. Suddenly, one day a lady come to get me saying she was my mother. She said I had to go with her. The day I had to leave Loyce was the worse day of my life. I went screaming, kicking and kicking. Loyce and my mother told me about the so-called reason my mother left me with Loyce. Supposedly, after my mother gave birth to me, she fell on hard times. My mother worked the graveyard shift. She did not have a car. So after work she had to walk to pick me up from Loyce house. Eventually, my mom said, Loyce told her to wait until the morning to pick me up. The morning turned into me staying the whole week and going home on the weekends. She said that Loyce wanted to keep me, and she just stopped coming to pick me up. I had a very hard time adjusting to living with my mom and siblings. It was difficult going from an only child to have a sister and three brothers. I grow up feeling unloved by