I enjoy cold sunny mornings, thunder storms, street lights and writing with Sharpie pens. I feel most tranquil when near the sea. I don’t like wet socks, packing shopping at the checkout or texting when my hands are cold.
In case you haven’t guessed from the title of this blog, I’m an occupational therapist. I first encountered occupational therapists while working as a mental health support worker. Their assessments identified practical ways that I could enable my clients to do what they wanted and needed to do. I was intrigued by their collaborative way of working, and how my clients perceived them to be non-threatening. I now work as an occupational therapist in an eating disorders service.
Occupational therapy is more than a job to me, and I’m a self-professed ‘OT Geek’. If you’re a member of the College of Occupational Therapists Specialist Section – Mental Health, you’ll probably be hearing from me as the communications officer. You can also find me over at #OTalk, spreading the OTgeekiness one tweetchat at a time, and at OTs in London, organising meetups