Earlier this week I popped into college to collect my reflective journal from my counselling course… Mr Bureaucrat-Administrator-Tutor-Man (I’m not even really sure who he is) has gone back into his office to find my friend’s journal. He’s already told me it’s highly irregular to pick up someone else’s confidential work, yet despite this infringement…
This week at the counselling course we thought about non-verbal communication, the holistic nature of listening, and how to develop our self-awareness. We learnt about the Johari Window and different levels of ‘self’ – both the seen and the unseen – and the support that people need when undertaking new challenges or setting off on…
I’m having a confidentiality crisis. While eager to share my carefully-crafted reflective journal, I’m haunted by the ground rule agreed on by my class that ‘what’s said in the room stays in the room’. So here, instead, are some ponderings on the concept of the moment: ‘active listening’. Last night, we considered the challenges we…
It’s always fun when you find yourself in a room full of people, of differing ages, nationalities, world views and personalities, whose lives have been moulded by a vast spectrum of experiences. (I say fun, fully aware that ten years ago I would have considered it a terrifying prospect). Yet even the unifying factor –…
I’ve just started a ten-week counselling course, one evening a week. Learning how to do counselling, that is, not being counselled, although I imagine there’s a fair amount of overlap in some ways. For our assessment, we’re required to write a reflective journal so I thought I’d post some of my ponderings here each week. Not sure…
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