When I was first starting out as a therapist I read the book Sometimes Therapy is Awkward and it was such an “oh shit, it’s not just me” moment. I have been described countless times over my life as someone who is awkward - benignly out of step with social norms, lacking a sense of social ease - so perhaps it makes perfect sense that I would find myself in a career where awkwardness is the norm, not the exception. 

 

As I have learned to embrace the awkward and uncomfortable parts of therapy, I have grown to absolutely love the work I do; I love being a part of genuine and honest experiences with clients. I love being able to be both analytical and highly emotional at the same time. I love all of the quirks and strengths and stories that clients bring into the room with them, and even though it’s incredibly heavy to witness these at times, I love that I get to be the person that is trusted to do this work with them.

 

Having moved through life with my own experiences of trauma and a sense of otherness from being neurodivergent, I’m particularly attuned to people’s feelings of having to hide or reject parts of the self in an effort to find belonging. I am often described as warm, curious, and observant, and I have a knack for seeing the things that are going on under the surface. My work with clients tends to be deep, thought-provoking, and emotional, and I bring a patience and warmth to sitting with clients through the darker, more difficult parts of therapy.