Dear Readers, Walt and I are skipping across the pond to England for a week! I'm so excited, I have never been abroad and to quote my son, "The trip I have waited for my entire life!"
I doubt I will have access to computers and whatnot, but you never know. Otherwise, I will take lots of pictures and post upon my return. In the meantime, take care while I am gone and I shall see you when I get back.
Tea and crumpets here I come!
Alaskapsych!
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
And Now for Something Completely Different
Walt and I went to see Jersey Boys in New York! What a hoot! It was an amazing musical (and I really don't like musicals much). But, aside from that tidbit, after the show, I waited by the stage door and collected an autograph or two, screaming like a teenager from the 50's, as opposed to being in my fifties. Anyway, I took some pictures of New York and here they be.
The Autograph! |
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The ticket and Playbill |
The Marquee |
Saturday, June 8, 2013
I've Been Lazy!
I would like to fill in a little more back story on my second year in the bush. First, November of that year, I remarried. No, not an Alaskan. Women ask me all of the time if it is true that the male/female ratio is more favorable in Alaska. It is. But instead I married an old friend, Walt, who was living in New Jersey which is how I migrated from Ohio. We have been married three and a half years and it has been a good thing.
Second, I spent part of that school year working in Fairbanks. Allow me to sum that up: I LOVE Fairbanks. It is a college town that is immensely diverse and filled with lots of things to do, panoramic views and some of the nicest people I have ever met. Over thirty languages are spoken in the Fairbanks schools. The two also boasts two military bases and I had the extreme pleasure of working with some of the children at Ft. Wainwright. Nice nice kids!
Fairbanks, Alaska I will try to add some more photos from Fairbanks later. |
Friday, May 31, 2013
I don't know WHAT I was Thinking!
The road to health appears to be a bumpy one! Yesterday I was slogged down and barely able to walk, but nevertheless, I keep persevering and hoping to feel back up to par soon. In the meantime, more from my previous writings:
Being afraid of students was unimaginable
to me. After working for years in
high-risk urban settings, I found it illogical to be afraid of these kids. I maintained an inherent belief that
kids are kids, no matter what.
I also worked with a student at the
detention center. That, too, was a
very different experience for me.
I had worked previously in lock down, but this felt more foreboding as
doors clanked shut, buzzers buzzed to allow entrance and again I was never left
alone with students. The entire
experience made me want to get back into one of the village schools and see
regular kids, kids whose worlds had not been so turned up side down.
In the villages, the weather was much
milder than the previous year.
Surprisingly, the lower 48 was hammered with snow and wind throughout
the winter, but Alaska’s weather was mild in comparison. Wicked winds were intermittent and
there was significantly less snowfall.
I wondered how much it had to do with global warming and if the
unexpected warmth would somehow alter the ecology. My musings provided me with no answers as I realized the
school year was meandering along and I had work to do.
However, the second year did bring the
unexpected pleasure of being recognized.
Sometimes when walking out, people randomly stopped to offer me a
ride. I was becoming a permanent
fixture and I guess people were realizing they could invest time and energy in
me since I’d returned for a second year.
Some of the teachers in the villages seemed happy I’d decided to
return. Often the turnover was
such that rarely had they had the same support staff two years in a row.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Still a Little Tired
So I thought, I'd go ahead and post from my previous writings:
A
new psychologist had been brought on staff. She didn’t appear to be receptive to my “vast” experience
and wanted to figure things out on her own. When talking about the upcoming weather changes, she appeared
amazed that she would indeed be expected to travel out in weather than would
pale in comparison to the lower 48.
My duties had changed, too, due to the
change in staff. I picked up
several new sites including the juvenile detention center, the alternative high
school and the residential treatment center. I had worked previously with incarcerated students, but only
occasionally had I worked with students in clinical settings. I found it challenging to adjust to the
rules. I wasn’t allowed to be alone
with the students, the care providers often made mention of “fear of my
safety”. I was not accustomed to
being afraid of students. But
these kids were of a different kind.
Their experiences had created unfamiliar problems, sometimes the victims
of fetal alcohol spectrum disorder; their behaviors were often
unmanageable. They had been abused
and violated from the point of conception; the thought that they should care
about another’s safety was foreign to them. I was not used to the lack of compliant behavior from
students. I had to learn new ways
to approach some students, students who were so clearly damaged.
One of the most challenging kids I faced
during the second year was working in the residential treatment center. The student I worked with there made it
very clear to everyone that he preferred to be somewhere else. Tantrumming was a minute by minute
occurrence. He had been relegated
to solitary: a room with no
furniture, no door and someone outside of the doorway watching his every move. There was a window but it was too high
to see out of. The only thing in
the room with the student was a 600-piece puzzle. It had taken him about two hours to complete the outside
frame of the puzzle. I sat on the
floor with him, talking to him and slowly tried to get one piece in right. I failed miserably both at reaching the
student and at the puzzle. He
became agitated and the guard at the door was signaling me to get out of there
quickly. I elected to stay, giving
the student space, but not leaving.
While I eventually left unharmed, I received a lecture about personal
safety.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Surgery Over
Just a quick note to say that I had the correction on my stomach and it went well. Recovery is slowly plugging along. I will back up and blogging soon and I have pictures to post.
Take care, c
Take care, c
Monday, May 20, 2013
Springtime is Slow
My friends who are still in Bethel are complaining about the continued cold. It has snowed and the temps are still hovering around freezing. Even Friday morning, the temperature was 15 degrees. Break Up is slow coming this year, that time when the river ice has sufficiently cleared for boat passage. I came home early this year due to pending medical procedures. I will be having surgery on Wednesday to correct a birth defect. I hope to be up and about soon and posting again with pictures. In the meantime, this is from my second year in the Bush:
As
a seasoned professional, it didn’t occur to me that the second year could be
more difficult than the first. I
thought I would sail through and be faced with few issues. Never say never.
The friends I had made as part of my
network for survival, other professionals who made their careers in Alaska had
not returned and I was left to my own devices. The house where I had stayed the previous year was no longer
the home to other itinerant specialists, but instead now housed an array of
pilots, mechanics and hunting guides.
All men. All very sloppy
men. I was the only woman and I
felt so alone. I found myself
staying more and more in my room and not making any effort to socialize during
my down time. I became more and
more reclusive as the year dragged on.
But I had my work and that proved even more challenging.
I quickly learned to be cautious when
opening the refrigerator. The
current residents being hunting guides et cetera frequently put their assorted
gleanings in the fridge. “Uhm,
Bobby? What is this in the big
bowl?” Without even looking up,
“Bear”. You’d have thought I’d
learn after a while, but my morbid curiosity got the better of me.
But most of all, I missed my family.
I missed the other itinerants. The loneliness was overwhelming
sometimes. I missed the laughter,
the sharing of stories and the insights they provided due to their experience. Now I was the one with the experience.
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