Brand New Bag
So for whoever doesn't know, I am currently in training to be a Rape Awareness Advocate. What that means is that essentially I am training to take calls to assist those that have been through some sort of sexual trauma and offer them resources so that they can find help, information, or a safe place if needed. It's not counseling, in fact the counseling aspect is discouraged. There is no real way to counsel someone over the phone in an hour, that takes a long term approach. However during the training of course a lot of emotional shit comes up. You still have to learn and be prepared for suicidal callers and you have to be aware that it is possible that the person on the other end of the line has been through some other trauma other than their sexual trauma. I have been in positions where I have had to deal with this before, through work and internships for my psychology degree I have had to deal with suicidal callers and find them the resources that are best for them.
For some reason being in the environment that I am now is really having an effect on me. For starters the house for my training for me is considered a safe space. It's an old Victorian house in Denver that has been turned into a home for healing. They offer classes and counseling and are not gender biased. I feel good being there and motivated to continue on my training even though during the course of it is dredging up much from my own pass that I have managed to bury very deeply. I don't have a handle on all of it, but it feels almost as though while going through this training I am coming to my own personal breakthrough as well. This is something I am somewhat excited about as well as quite scared to deal with. I am well aware that I have too much on my plate right now that I can't deal with an emotional melt down. All things happen in their own time though, and I am doing my damndest not to fight it.
It's a journey, that's for sure. And I have no idea as to where it is leading me. I am not in control and that's ok.
For some reason being in the environment that I am now is really having an effect on me. For starters the house for my training for me is considered a safe space. It's an old Victorian house in Denver that has been turned into a home for healing. They offer classes and counseling and are not gender biased. I feel good being there and motivated to continue on my training even though during the course of it is dredging up much from my own pass that I have managed to bury very deeply. I don't have a handle on all of it, but it feels almost as though while going through this training I am coming to my own personal breakthrough as well. This is something I am somewhat excited about as well as quite scared to deal with. I am well aware that I have too much on my plate right now that I can't deal with an emotional melt down. All things happen in their own time though, and I am doing my damndest not to fight it.
It's a journey, that's for sure. And I have no idea as to where it is leading me. I am not in control and that's ok.