This week’s writer has just finished her DipSW course


It is the last week of my placement, all my work is completed
and I have confirmation that my final dissertation has passed. The
marker states: “This is the most unusual piece of writing I have
ever read in my whole 15 years of teaching.” I’m not quite sure how
to take this and start probing him why. He says it is very
post-modern and post-structuralist, and I’m glad, because I
specifically chose this paradigm. It was a practice study highly
influenced by Michael White and narrative therapy, perhaps because
my growing passion for this approach as an area I would like to
specialise in.


I arrive home, and I feel lost. I have no written work to do and
I wonder what on earth to do with my time. I begin to cry, and it
just won’t stop. I wonder whether this is relief, and I feel
confused that I cannot acknowledge my achievements. I decide to
reach out for some dialogue and work through these feelings. I ring
a dear friend, someone I met who shares the same passion for
narrative therapy. By the end of the conversation, after two hours
of the most powerful emotions I have ever felt, the retelling of my
story as a student had been done. My language changes and I feel
much better, for today anyway.


I keep feeling some twinges of tears, and just observe these
emotions of relief, change and sheer exhaustion. Today it has been
confirmed by both the college and practice teacher that I have
passed the diploma. I hold back the tears. What a struggle this has
been, in terms of my own raising of consciousness, the financial
struggle and my overwhelming academic achievements. If anyone would
have said to me two years ago how well I was going to do, then I
clearly would not have believed them. I e-mail my personal tutor to
thank him for his support, the backbone of my achievements. He
replies: “Remember, in a couple of years time, you’ll be doing what
I do now, keep notes of your experiences as a student!” My dreams
are becoming a reality.


Just received a letter for an interview. Not sure whether I want
to work just yet, but my financial circumstances are leaving me
little choice in re-energising myself after such a journey.
However, I decide that the interview experience will be good and
begin some practising, in private of course!


Today I reflect on my most fascinating journey through social
work education. I remember at the beginning of the course, all of
those doubts, mainly about my ability to write assignments. By the
second year my marks were consistent and I came to the opinion that
I could carry on to do a BA in social work. Me, a BA, it is unreal
to think that I am at this standard now and where I was at the
beginning of the course. My language has changed so much, and many
other people have pointed out how differently I say the word
“Education”, the root of all empowerment. A couple of years
practising and I’m right back in there, teaching hopefully. And a
freelance narrative therapist of course.

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