I am not saying the author is a lying pants on fire, but the sheer chances of her spotting them in the gay bar she was in, alone, without her friends and she still chose to stay on, kissing, is kinda sus. I also found it a bit concerning that she seemed to be free to take on pretty complicated clients with barely any training. I don't know exactly how it is (or was) done in the UK, but undergraduate psych is nowhere near enough to be competent to see clients by yourself here in Australia. A region of the brain that influences higher mental functions often associated with intelligence, such as the ability to foresee the consequences of actions, planning, comprehension and mood.

As cringe as this was to read, I still do not understand her decision to include her personal love/sex/lust life into a book that was for readers with an interest in clinical psychology, its occupation and patients. I have no interest in her lust life. While she did disclose in the epilogue that she wanted to infuse her own thoughts, life and struggles that evolve together with her patients, I had no interest in her drooling over the "alpha male". With that being said, I can relate to her young arrogant self about being convinced that she was special and different from everyone else, or craving for his attention. With that being said, did she HAVE to use the word "lioness" to describe herself? And "gal"?? maybe its an 80s thing.) I agree with the author that we are all on the spectrum. Sometimes it is just ...'there but for the grace of God go I'. Life's circumstances can deal hefty blows and the purpose of clinical psychology is to help 'make the journey from chaos to clarity'. Had she died in pain? Did she know she was dying before she died? What had compelled her murderer to smash her head in? Had the woman planned it? Did she want to kill my grandmother or merely maim her so she could plunder? All these questions about the shit end of life, at a time when I should have been unthinkingly hedonistic. At fifteen years old, my frontal lobes were in a post-pubertal stage of reorganization, which meant I should have been taking my own risks and thinking bugger all about the consequences.

Ik vind het niet prettig om deel uit te maken van een maatschappij die er geen moeite mee heeft om mensen af te schrijven, alleen maar omdat ze hun kwetsbaarheid laten zien op een manier die wij niet zo makkelijk kunnen accepteren, begrijpen en tolereren.” At first I hate the narrator because she expect the impossible: cure and help all her patient but then I realized if I were in her position, I probably thinking the same way. Nothing has changed. We don’t like mental illness – we don’t want it in ourselves because it frightens us, and we have no time or desire to really engage with it in others except as something to gawp at and to define ourselves against. We expect people to be mentally ill in ways that we can accept – ways that are comfortable for us – or we Although I have written books about child development and parenting, I have never felt able, until now, to write more fully about the experiences of working in mental health. It’s taken this long to distil the experience of working with some of the most amazing people I have ever known – people who trusted me enough to tell me about their lives.

Ondanks dat het misschien niet altijd gemakkelijk voor me was om dit boek te lezen kan ik toch zeggen dat ik content ben met het feit dat ik het boek gelezen heb. Het heeft me weer een inzicht gegeven op verschillende vlakken. Bijvoorbeeld hoe confronterend de opleiding tot klinisch psycholoog kan zijn, wat het doet met degene die de opleiding volgt maar ook hoe patiënten geholpen kunnen worden als de juiste klik er is of juist niet als die mist. Tenslotte is iedereen mens maar zijn de hulpvragen divers net als de uitkomsten. I gobbled up this book - very easy to read. The chapters could be read as stand alone or sequentially. I would recommend it to others as it is both informative and thought provoking. Over three years I was given six six-month placements, structured to provide a complete training experience across the age span and full spectrum of mental health issues by the time I qualified. I first became fascinated by the frontal lobes of the human brain when I saw my grandmother’s sprayed across the skirting board…” I first became fascinated by the frontal lobes of the human brain when I saw my grandmother’s sprayed across the skirting board of her dark and cluttered house. I was fifteen.Skeleton in the Closet (1965 film) (also known as Secrets Behind the Wall), a Japanese film by Kōji Wakamatsu Each of the paired lobes of the brain lying immediately behind the forehead, including areas concerned with behaviour, learning, personality and voluntary movement. I first became fascinated by the frontal lobes of the human brain when I saw my grandmother’s sprayed across the sk irting board… Ik leerde de vaste klanten van de drugskliniek beter kennen en genoot van het geklets in de wachtruimte; het is vreemd hoe ook zo’n helse plek al snel vertrouwd en bijna normaal kan aanvoelen.”