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1 Running head: Professional Identity Professional Identity as a Licensed Professional Counselor Kaitlyn O’Connor 3 February 2016 COU 609.1
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2 Professional Identity Summer of 2015, was when I made the decision to become a counselor for traumatized children and children diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorders. Prior to that summer I would cringe at the thought of working with children, especially troubled ones. My goal was to be a historian studying the Middle Ages, and while I waited for my work to be discovered I would teach high school. In January of 2015, I was enrolled in Tulane’s Teaching Certification Program while I completed my final semester of undergraduate studies at Loyola. Between the months January and August I worked at two extremely opposite schools in Orleans Parish, viewing firsthand the need for counselor interventions in the school system (both public and private). The months leading up to August 2015, were crucial in my decision to become a counselor for children due to the children I met and their influence upon me. Although I believe 2015, was a year of major change and development for me personally, I believe that my interest in counseling had begun long ago and has continued to blossom over the years. As I entered high school at fourteen I was severely depressed and begged my parents for therapy. We had lived a few months in Singapore, leaving behind my grandmother and godfather—both of whom lived with us. Upon our arrival back in New Orleans I remember wanting to be with my friends; we had spent several months apart, and knowing I would be attending a new high school without them I wanted to spend some time with them. After hours of laughing and my mother asking when I would be coming home, I begged her to allow my friends to stay at my house for a little longer. Reluctantly, she agreed. Sometime around midnight everyone left but my grandmother and mother were awake and anxious, which was unusual. Without being told what was happening, I was rushed into a car headed for my grandmother’s old house we had up for sale.
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