The idea of this week’s topic came from my own restless sleep last Sunday, the night I posted my previous blog post, “What’s Better Than Food and Sex? Meth, That’s What.” My mind was “on fire” as my own therapist put it. No matter how hard I tried to reason with my brain to shut down for the night, instead I continued to think about my career dreams, those aspirational thoughts that usually happen while daydreaming. Continue reading “Navigating Sleep When You’re Up All Night Thinking About Everything, and other Distractions.”
Hey there! Long time no blog, yah? As I’m sure many of you have experienced at one point or another, building habits is hard. While not prioritizing time to blogging, I’ve taken an online class and more responsibility at work in order to learn about substance use, abuse, and recovery.
Since my last post, I’ve done a lot of thinking about what it means to talk about sex in a community mental health setting. I realized I’ve been approaching it wrong! I’m okay with admitting that.
I went to a graduate school in Athens, Georgia for a degree in Professional Counseling. After I graduated, I took a leap of faith and moved to the opposite side of the country and went straight to finding a job in Seattle, WA. During the interview for my current job as a Clinician/Case Manager, I sold myself as a counselor comfortable talking about sex. I told them my plan to become a sex therapist. Many people, even mental health counselors, aren’t comfortable talking about sex making me an asset. I knew that I could be the queer, trans, kink, poly inclusive, and confirming mental health counselor for the agency. I wanted to tap into a sensitive, vulnerable part of self that needs more attention in therapy. I was so excited to start my work as a clinician, and help people with their mental health, especially in ways it impacts their sexuality.
As I began my work I noticed that most clients didn’t want to talk about sex 😦