Posted by daisym on September 18, 2004, at 22:28:17
It was interesting but I've already reached the conclusion that I really AM a writer and words are my medium. I just don't think I'm as expressive with more traditional art forms.
But, that said, I was surprised at what kinds of feelings some of these things evoked. Dinah, you will be happy to know that the first activity we did was fill up a paper with colors and shapes and identify what emotions we felt with each color. As in Yellow = chaos, Sage = calm, etc. I thought of you immediately.
We also did a "scribble" exercise in a variety of ways. Dominate, nondominate hands and eyes open and closed. This was the last thing we did before lunch. I was thinking about running home and putting laundry on as I walked to my car for the lunch break but when I got in my car I realized I was doing my Lamaze "hee hee" breathing to try and get myself calm. I was amazed at how anxious I felt...all stirred up somehow. (Maybe closing my eyes in a group?)
We also did a self expression collage and learned how to lead someone through a discussion of why they chose what they did for their college. I'm glad she didn't pick me for her "client" for that one. I put the usual self symbols on mine -- kids, work stuff, red shoes...the basics. But I also designed one corner with a couch, with a lot of emotional words and a couple of little girl pictures. My therapist will love that. He asked me to bring in anything I created this weekend so he could look at it.
All in all, it was a fun day. We have another whole day tomorrow. We are going to paint and use clay. I told my therapist I planned to construct a "male organ" just to see the teacher's reaction. He laughed and said I should bring that along too, if that is what was "up" for me at the time. He also said, "you can give the teacher my number if she gets overly concerned about you. I'll vouch for you." Such a kind guy!
I'll let you know how it goes.
poster:daisym
thread:392471
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/psycho/20040918/msgs/392471.html