I’m an occupational therapist, an obscure profession if there
ever was one. We are few and far between, maybe because
we have chosen to serve people with disabilities. All disabilities.
Not a glamorous endeavour, nor a lucrative one.
And I say serve because we deem that in helping we see
weakness, while in serving we see wholeness. We’ve opted
for wholeness nearly a century ago and have been at odds
with the system ever since. We don’t fix people, you see:
with them, we simply try to find a way to meaning, balance,
and justice. I chose occupational therapy because it
blends science and humanism, intellectual rigour and compassion.
ever was one. We are few and far between, maybe because
we have chosen to serve people with disabilities. All disabilities.
Not a glamorous endeavour, nor a lucrative one.
And I say serve because we deem that in helping we see
weakness, while in serving we see wholeness. We’ve opted
for wholeness nearly a century ago and have been at odds
with the system ever since. We don’t fix people, you see:
with them, we simply try to find a way to meaning, balance,
and justice. I chose occupational therapy because it
blends science and humanism, intellectual rigour and compassion.
“
| — | Rachel Thibeault (Occupational Therpists without Borders) |
Two occupational therapy students have developed an exploratory garden to provide objects and opportunities for elderly individuals with dementia to do things they remember doing in the past, such as catching the bus, going fishing, picking vegetables and flowers, and feeding chicks.
Read more: http://www.canberratimes.com.au/act-news/wait-here-and-you-will-never-miss-the-bus-20130505-2j1o1.html#ixzz2Sq1VSSJs
