Sneaky thing!
My thesis and I have been having an argument for the past several days. Unfortunatly, for me it seems to be winning. See, I went to meet with my practice teacher who, nicely, pointed out that while it was nice that I was looking at the distinction between types of therapy for their effect on vicarious traumatization I really hadn't actually proven the existence of vicarious traumatization with this population. He's right. I haven't. Thus, my thesis sort of slipped out my hands and went off in a slightly different direction. The good news is, I think, that once I'm done losing this argument I'll be happy (and life will be easier) but blimey I hate losing! Even to a fifteen page paper. Actually, probably specifically to a fifteen page paper since I probably should have seen this before three days ago. Just have to keep reminding myself that my undergraduate thesis used to play these tricks on me and that ended up working out alright so this probably will as well. I still feel rather like I'm wrestling a large garden hose that wants to point left when I really want it to point right. At least with my thesis I don't end up soaking wet!