Began my Supervisor Training.
I remember the first hmm I got from my supervisor; it sent shivers down my spine. I was thinking of what had I done wrong and what will happen now. For me there was no space for it’s okay so that is what my state was; inside I was panic and tears. I don’t know if it was a few seconds or a minute later that my supervisor spoke but I can tell you it felt like hours. He looked at me and said, ‘That is interesting, how did it go then?’ I grinned like the little girl I felt, and we spoke at length.
I am in that hmmm… position now, and it is such a place of gratitude to listen to my supervisee sharing their experience, their feelings, their take on what is happening in the therapy space. To find that glimmer in their eyes when they feel heard and validated, and the tiny lines on their forehead when they take the challenge.
Its growth is irreplaceable and such a delight to watch stories unfold and each story matters; to the therapist, to the supervisee and to the therapist.