Saturday, September 14, 2013

Child-Centered Therapy

Since my first post, I am now three weeks into graduate school for Speech Language Pathology and almost halfway through my first pseudo-semester at CSU San Marcos (pseudo-semester because the Communicative Sciences and Disorders program here breaks down six classes over sixteen weeks, to three classes over eight week). This semester, our 35-person cohort (34 females and one male, mind you) is taking Neuroscience, Language Disorders from Infancy to Adolescence, and Articulation and Phonology. Next month, I will start clinical observations at the Adult Neurogenic Clinic on campus, which I am looking forward to.

Compared to my undergraduate experience at UCLA, this program is not that much different in terms of class pace and workload. The drastic difference lies in high expectations of professionalism and success. As expected for a graduate program, my peers and I not only know what we want to do, but have clear-cut expectations of what we are working towards. Above all, it is incredibly refreshing to be in a classroom with people who are competitive and hard-working, but not at the expense of being helpful and compassionate. Truly, I think this is what sets our field and cohort apart from other specialized, higher education programs.

In my spare time, I have been conducting at-home speech therapy sessions with a toddler with a speech delay. So far, I have had six, hour-long sessions. The child is undoubtedly cute, but the experience thus far has been difficult and frustrating due to my inexperience. However, this past week, I experienced my first successful speech therapy session! This week, I checked out a Childhood Apraxia of Speech flashcard kit from the school library. I checked it out as soon as I saw a flashcard for "elevator," because the child has a penchant for elevators. Little did I know, this would be the beginning of child-centered therapy.
As soon as I took out the "elevator" flash card, the child ran off and took me to his grandparent's room. In his grandparent's room is a sliding closet, which he plays with pretending it is an elevator. We spent well over 45 minutes on this topic, enunciating the pronunciation of "elevator," talking about the function of an elevator, role playing what to do in an elevator, and taking turns talking about the elevator. Over six sessions with the child, I have not seen the child this elated and engaged, which is so encouraging. Tailoring the therapy sessions to his interest in elevators elicited natural conversation and a sense of liveliness that really turned therapy into play.

Child-centered therapy, as opposed to clinician-directed therapy, allows the child to lead the therapy session; the clinician follows the cues of the child and therapy is contingent on the natural sessions. As expected, many clinicians prefer clinician-directed therapy, because clinicians feel more comfortable relishing control of therapy sessions. However, the main disadvantage of clinician-directed therapy is that it is heavy with drills and results may not be generalized to real-world settings.

My first-time experience with child-centered therapy is not only an important lesson for myself, but also a constant reminder for all of as clinicians. As clinicians, we must be able and willing to relinquish control of therapy sessions. Child-centered therapy does not mean that the therapy session is unplanned or about to go awry; rather, the clinician must actively follow the cues of the child for the therapy to go as planned, and to redirect therapy (if necessary) to be effective. Sure, child-centered therapy is the more difficult route, but in the long run, it is a route worth taking.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The Journey

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." -Lao Tzu

Three days into funemployment and ironically, three days until reemployment, here I am, lying in bed and typing away on my iPad at 5 AM. With less than a week until grad school, I decided to revive and revamp this blog to document my journey as a grad student. Naturally, this seemed like the more civil and sophistiqué option, as opposed to selfies with ramen and captions of #gradlife or #fml.

Looking at the big picture, it's difficult to pinpoint when exactly my journey began. In grade school, I had this precious and grandiose dream of becoming a ballerina. That quickly dissipated in my early years, as I had never taken ballet lessons or even donned a frilly tutu. From high school to college, I had my eyes set on becoming a teacher, educator, and mentor. I was inspired by Mrs. Mohler, who was more of an authoritarian figure than third grade teacher, but I was somehow drawn to her teaching style. There was also Judy and Craig, my sophomore English and History teachers, respectively, who also became my mentors, peers, and friends. But by the time college graduation rolled around, the educational system was not at its best per sé, and I quickly realized it was more of an idealization than a probable reality. From there, Speech Language Pathology found me. Well, that is the more romanticized version of the story...more like, I found Speech Language Pathology by reading US News and World Report. Either way, I began this journey with that single step.

The past four years have been a conglomeration of researching Speech Language Pathology, taking leveling courses in Communicative Sciences and Disorders, and applying to, getting rejected by and re-applying to graduate schools. Sometimes, I wish I had taken "the easy way" - whatever that means. Not going down this path, or choosing this path earlier on? I don't know. I've realized that it's not only the first and single step that matters when embarking down  any path, but more so the  treacherous journey that teaches us life's intended and at times hard-to-swallow lessons. My hope is for this blog to be a safe haven for me to comprehend, digest, and vent about graduate school, whatever that may entail. Beyond myself, I hope that my words and experiences can inspire, educate, and inform others who are going down the same path, pursuing parallel fields in education and/or healthcare, or simply looking for leisurely reading. In a not-so-glorious nutshell, this is what keeps me up at night and why I am here. I am gradually learning that where I am is exactly where I am supposed to be and also where God wants me to be. At this junction of diverging crossroads brimming with (un)certainty, as "way leads onto way," I hope you will join me on my journey!