G. and my first tool box
A four year old child in care and in adoption. I prepare for him the first toy’s box and I started to see him in the Family Centre three times per week. I brought the clinical case in discussion with other colleagues for the entire length of therapy. Still I remember vividly the ending of the work from me and for him a drawing of tears.
The face of this child remembered me a clown, with a pronounced smile, but fix, stuck, sometimes muscular. He behaved in a way to pleased me in order for me to take care of him, to accept him, to not be refused I offered him a space to play and he started to use the game from the box and he built a farm and he kept separated wild and domestic animals.
He used massively drawings.
This case remember me another case that I treated in this country, a four year old boy, with a single mother and a distractive behavior at school and home.
At the beginning he putted just colors on the paper without any shape, something abstract and terrifying. Slowly he started to differentiate the colors and to represent objects (house, tree) and person on the drawings.
R. was another clown, a facial expression of a dwarf in a circus, behaving and looking as an adult. When he asked to me to bring at home his drawings that he did in the sessions I said to him that he could make them at home. In this case the therapy was in a school, an institution with teachers, social workers and Senco involved.
I work in a therapeutic community setting with severe mental health adults. We are in between an hospital and a flat. They come from hospitals and like to get independent.
But, I think, the most important experience was my personal life. I grew up with and in the home of my grandparents. For personal reasons my parents left me there and I felt that my family was to my grandparents and I belonged to them.
When my parents took me back in a certain way I felt adopted or fostered by them and for long time I questioned myself “Why?” Just recently I started to remember and understand these feelings and in this way I have a privilege route these children and they experiences.
The needs to be protect, to put together two different families, to enrich themselves instead to feel deprived.
I think that it is difficult to work in this field for the amount of emotions, but at the same time, it is a good opportunity for me to use my personal and professional knowledge to help them.
I had in therapy a child and I went to visit his father who was in a therapeutic community for drug users. What I remember of this case is the diffidence of the grandparents.