Occupational therapist

March 4, 2010emily 2 Comments »

When I was younger, I thought I wanted to be an occupational therapist. I’d heard the word somewhere and, without knowing what it really meant, decided that being an occupational therapist meant helping people find their dream jobs. We’d sit in a big swanky office, my clients and I, and we’d talk about their innermost hopes and dreams. I’d scribble notes on a legal pad, stopping every now and again to ask a pointed question like, “how do you feel about filing?” or, “do you feel comfortable in an astronaut suit?” And then, after several sessions, I’d rip a piece of paper off of my prescription pad and exclaim, “I think we’ve got it!” And I’d send them off into the world, armed and ready to become a teacher, a court reporter, a veterinarian, or what have you. That’d be an awesome job.

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