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.
In addition to being an occupational therapist, I’m also a global nomad (or adult “third culture kid“). My childhood was spread between numerous countries. I quickly learnt to make sense of and adapt to the often unwritten rules that govern how people go about their daily lives, and I’m forever curious about what motivates people to do the things they do.