My partner went to observe the interdisciplinary meeting while I went to go talk to some patients in the dining room. I walked in a little bit nervous but confident, but after a few minutes I was just left with nerves. I was talking to a smart fellow with grandiose delusions in midst a manic phase of his disorder. Some of the other patients were looking for my attention and started getting closer to join in the conversation. While I was getting slightly uncomfortable with the close proximity of so many patients, I kept calm and a little box of personal space around me. That morning I went to the group to music and social work group like I did the previous week, but the anxiety was getting worse. During lunch I tried to identify the trigger and assumed that it must be that I’m more of a control freak and some of these patients are quite literally “out of control”. That explanation didn’t sit too well with me, but it did make sense so I just continued on with the afternoon talking to more patients and some of the staff. I didn’t feel very good that day, but I assumed that it’s just because the mental health field is not for me. I started to believe that and accept it until the next week’s
My partner went to observe the interdisciplinary meeting while I went to go talk to some patients in the dining room. I walked in a little bit nervous but confident, but after a few minutes I was just left with nerves. I was talking to a smart fellow with grandiose delusions in midst a manic phase of his disorder. Some of the other patients were looking for my attention and started getting closer to join in the conversation. While I was getting slightly uncomfortable with the close proximity of so many patients, I kept calm and a little box of personal space around me. That morning I went to the group to music and social work group like I did the previous week, but the anxiety was getting worse. During lunch I tried to identify the trigger and assumed that it must be that I’m more of a control freak and some of these patients are quite literally “out of control”. That explanation didn’t sit too well with me, but it did make sense so I just continued on with the afternoon talking to more patients and some of the staff. I didn’t feel very good that day, but I assumed that it’s just because the mental health field is not for me. I started to believe that and accept it until the next week’s