{"title":"To Be Known: A Supervisee Experience","authors":"A. Ashworth","doi":"10.53309/rmte3646","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"Presented before you are a collective of raw, untamed poetic thoughts from my experiences as a Youth Treatment Counselor. In writing this personal narrative I have been able to let the inner turmoil of my soul soar with peace once more. You will discover how invalidation from supervisors and staff can quickly leave you at a standstill, being left to feel alone. My goal for writing this piece has been to create mental metaphors for others in the field who built up walls as a form of self-preservation, to feel comfort when there is no end. I hope my honesty can leave someone else to feel alive again. That may be you right now or a near and dear friend that would appreciate being heard. We weather storms and more often than not have difficulty finding the right words.","PeriodicalId":317495,"journal":{"name":"Counseling and Family Therapy Scholarship Review","volume":"61 1","pages":"0"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0000,"publicationDate":"1900-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":"0","resultStr":null,"platform":"Semanticscholar","paperid":null,"PeriodicalName":"Counseling and Family Therapy Scholarship Review","FirstCategoryId":"1085","ListUrlMain":"https://doi.org/10.53309/rmte3646","RegionNum":0,"RegionCategory":null,"ArticlePicture":[],"TitleCN":null,"AbstractTextCN":null,"PMCID":null,"EPubDate":"","PubModel":"","JCR":"","JCRName":"","Score":null,"Total":0}
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Presented before you are a collective of raw, untamed poetic thoughts from my experiences as a Youth Treatment Counselor. In writing this personal narrative I have been able to let the inner turmoil of my soul soar with peace once more. You will discover how invalidation from supervisors and staff can quickly leave you at a standstill, being left to feel alone. My goal for writing this piece has been to create mental metaphors for others in the field who built up walls as a form of self-preservation, to feel comfort when there is no end. I hope my honesty can leave someone else to feel alive again. That may be you right now or a near and dear friend that would appreciate being heard. We weather storms and more often than not have difficulty finding the right words.