Hi again,
Let’s continue from my last blog.
I grew up in Massachusetts a little west of Boston in the suburbs with my sister and parents. Now growing up for some odd reason my dad was allowed to pick movies for me to watch, and they ended up being terrible movies for a 8 year old to see such as classics like Predator 1 and 2, Terminator 1 and 2, The Shinning… you get the picture. However, for some reason the only movie ever censored to me was Titanic when Kate Winslet gets painted like French girls, never made sense to me.
Due to watching some insane, but classic movies, I grew up having a huge appreciation for movies and TV shows, so much so that I wanted it to be my passion, my life. In high school I signed up for all film related classes. I tried to make as many movies as possible with my friends, and just watch and learn from the best on TV.
Now, in college, like most of us, our direction changes. I did start college studying film, but after a few years it no longer seemed fun like it was in high school. My passion from making film turned into a boring job, and I no longer wanted any part of.
My mom always knew I loved psychology, as I took a ton of classes about psychology in high school and college. She told me the school she works for, Fisher College, had a degree in Human Services, and it may be a good fit if I was no longer having passion for Film. So, I agreed to transfer and try it out.
At first, I was unsure, but felt what could be the harm to get a degree in Human Services. I went to classes, did my best, but was still unsure of my passion in this field. It was not until one project where I needed to interview someone who had experiences “in the field” where I started to figure out what I wanted to do for a career. I told my mom about the project, and she recommended I speak to my Maternal Grandma, who up until now, I had no clue she had any involvement in social work.
When I started speaking to my grandmother, I learned she earned what is now considered to be an Associate’s Degree in Social Work. Now, I knew before this she went to college at the same time my mom did, which was always so cool to me, but I never knew what she studied. She told me about her work career and it was fascinating. She worked at the original mental health asylums in the 1970’s and 80’s in New York. Her main populations served was adolescent girls and geriatric. The stories she told me were amazing and inspirational, to the point where it helped lead me on the journey I just started, you guessed it, the one that began this past March.
Now Ill skip a few years, blah blah blah, Master’s Degree in Social Work, blah blah blah, working in a prison, blah blah blah, Private Practice!!!
But Mike, this is not about your “me me.” Well I am getting there.
Along this journey, I really feel like I became the me me I am now. Before my transfer to Fisher College, I followed the pack. I never did anything for me. I thought I did, but really, I wanted to just follow the crowd and be a part of the big group.
After I left my first College, I had to restart, and begin anew, which was scary, but this allowed me to focus on me, and what made me happy. This change helped create some new hobbies and passions I may have never been able to do if I did not make this change. I learned that I loved technology and tinkering with it and breaking something and trying to put it back together. I learned that I love to cook and create really cool and delicious meals. I got to eventually meet the love of my life, and together we just had out first child, who I love to death. My son is the coolest dude ever!
The about me me is small because honestly, I just started this journey only a few years ago about figuring out my true me me. However, I do look forward to sharing not only therapist me, but also me me from time to time with anyone who feels I am a good fit for them for therapy.
Write to you all soon
Mike