No class in physical therapy school prepared me to counsel a patient dealing with a life-changing injury.
One patient got up and used his wound care supplies to tape his hospital door shut.
Regardless of a patient’s true motives to get out of bed, I always applaud on the inside. That’s what physical therapy is all about. To get them out of bed. To coax them down to the rehab gym.
That interview taught me a life lesson, because now I understand the question: They were screening me. They were screening me to see if in difficult situations I would play the role of victim or pick myself up and do what I could do. It is a character trait that, after eleven years of clinical practice, I can instantly pick out in people. It.
For me, it has been a comfort to drift back to that interview and try to accept that, no matter what the situation, there are people who will simply never take responsibility. It’s never their problem. But if I’m not careful, it becomes my problem. I blame myself. In.