Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

5 Things Recreational Therapy Majors are Tired of Hearing

When I decided to study recreational therapy, I was beyond excited.  It felt like I had finally found my purpose.  But as soon as classes began at BYU, students started asking each other get-to-know-you questions.  A regular question was "what's your major?"  I would answer with pride "recreational therapy!"  But I often got the feeling that being a recreational therapy major made them believe I was inferior.  I left BYU and headed closer to home because of health issues.  When it was time to start classes at OSU, I thought things would be different here.  I thought I would receive less judgmental responses when I revealed my major.  Boy was I wrong!  I heard many of the exact same comments I did at BYU.  I was almost embarrassed when I told other people what I wanted to do.  I decided it was time to stop letting people make me feel this way and remember that I am doing some amazing and worthwhile.  Here are some of the comments that have been said to me and some of my fellow colleagues. Each comment is followed by what I wish I had replied.

1. "What is that?" The American Therapeutic Recreation Association states, "Recreation therapists are healthcare providers who plan, direct, deliver, recreation-based interventions for individuals with illness and/or disabling conditions."  Recreational therapists evaluate the individuals abilities and inabilities.  They plan activities to implement into the patient's treatment program.  Then they evaluate whether the intervention tends toward improvement.  (Some examples could be therapeutic horsemanship, art therapy, aquatic therapy).

2. "That sounds easy." No.  I have classes that are difficult.  Because recreational therapy falls under the realm of healthcare we have to know a lot about anatomy, physical disabilities, human development, etc.  My career will not be easy either.  Working with physical disabilities, psychiatric patients, and patients with other special needs is not for everyone.  

3. "You guys just play during class time."  It's true that we do play.  But there is a purpose behind the play.  We are being taught games and activities that we can implement into a treatment plan to help provide a function change in a patient's life.  Just the other day in class, we learned how an individual who has suffered a stroke could possibly have lost recognition of one side of their body.  If that case, we were taught that recreational therapists can use a game that incorporates the individual's affected side with the objective of improvement overtime. 

4. "That's fun..." Yes. It is fun. But when you say it with a derogatory tone, it is not appreciated.  There are lots of fun aspects about the major, but there is also a lot of hard work.  And it IS fun to pursue a career in something you are extremely passionate about. I hope you are passionate about your major.  I hope you wake up in the morning excited to go to class because you are absolutely in love with what you are learning. 

5. "That doesn't make any money."  I may not make as much money as I would in another career.  But when I started the program, it wasn't the money I was after.  I was looking for an outlet to satisfy my addiction of bringing joy to someone else.  I crave that feeling of fulfillment I get when I help someone accomplish something they didn't think was possible for them to accomplish.  That is worth so much more to me than any monetary value. 

Becoming an assistant dance teacher was the way I discovered this passion. I worked every week with the most precious girl living with Down Syndrome.  She has the sweetest, purest soul.  Her little triumphs were grand victories, followed by an exchange of high-fives. When it came time for the recital, I was beyond excited for her.  I'm pretty sure I held my breath the whole time she was on stage.  She was beautiful. I was so proud of her for performing so well.  I was busy complimenting her, that I totally forgot I was supposed to be on stage to perform a dance as well.  I ran onstage in the middle of the song.  The director felt bad I had missed my cue.  It could have been embarrassing or funny or something bad.  But it was actually irrelevant.  Me missing my cue didn't matter because I was so proud.   That was when it  began.  

Later down the road, I learned that this was the type of thing people do as a career.  This could be something a recreational therapist could do. It seemed too good to be true.  But it is true. And it is becoming my reality. I'm can't wait for all the opportunities in my future to make a difference in someone else's life.  This desire is something I should be proud of.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Learning from the Journey Part 1



I had it all planned out! I would be a dance major, camp counselor, serve a mission, study abroad, etc.  Sometimes I think God looks down on me and says laughingly “That’s so cute you think you have it all planned out, but I have something better in store for you.”  I have learned recently that God has a plan and a purpose for each of us.  We may not understand His plan at first, but His plan is more rewarding than anything we could plan for ourselves.

I wasn’t feeling my best for a while and I knew something was up!  So at Thanksgiving when I flew home from college, I went to the doctor.  They discovered that I had hyperthyroidism which resulted in me having anxiety, loosing a lot of my hair, weight gain, being exhausted during dance class, etc.  Because it wasn’t very serious they put me on medication that would take care of the symptoms and I flew back to college after the break.

I went to get my physical so I could turn in my mission papers.  My blood work came back and I was neutropenic, meaning I had the white blood cell count of a cancer patient (caused by my hyperthyroidism).   This meant things were a little more serious.  So I was put on some thyroid medication and was scheduled to see a specialist. 

I just want to state that I did NOT have a positive attitude throughout this whole experience; I have had some low points even though I've learned some things.  It was annoying just waiting and wondering, frustrating when things didn’t work.  It was hard watching a lot of my friends get mission calls.  I was happy for them, but it also reminded me of what I wanted to do so badly but couldn’t yet. 

After leaving the endocrinologist, I was trying to soak in the new information.  As I walked in the snow, I processed that I had Graves’ disease and Graves’ ophthalmology.  Graves’ disease is an autoimmune disease that attacks the thyroid.  Graves’ caused my thyroid to be overactive.  Graves’ ophthalmology caused the tissue behind my eyes to be swollen so I had a staring gaze.  They could do iodine radiation treatment on my thyroid but that could make my eyes worse. So I would need surgery within the next month.
It’s hard to be alone and away from home when you get this kind of news so I had tears in my eyes.  Somehow I had gotten lost (I seem to get lost a lot!) and was about 30 minutes away from our apartment, walking distance.  Then I slipped and slid down a snowy hill.  When I got to the bottom of the hill I wanted to just sit there and cry…until I realized my phone was missing.  So I was digging through the snow and finally found my phone (which sounds funny in hindsight).

I started walking again and thought “Is going on a mission really going to be worth all this?  Am I even supposed to go on a mission? Why is this happening?  What am I supposed to learn?  First, my audition for the dance major didn’t go well, and now I need to drop out of my classes, pack, and fly home for surgery… I officially have no idea what I am supposed to do with my life right now…” 

Later, I still didn’t have the answers to these questions but I did know that I have a deeper appreciation for Jesus Christ.  I know that He suffered and died on the cross not only for my sins, but for every pain, sorrow, heartache I’ve ever felt.   I can never say “I feel so alone.  No one understands how I feel.”  Because I am not alone.  Christ knows exactly how I feel and I can turn to him for comfort.