PLAY THERAPY FROM A CHILD'S LANGUAGE
One day, my mother brought me somewhere. There were toys and it was a nice place to play there. There is also a girl with me, she said that I was my therapist when we met. He read me a book that explained what a therapist is and what it does. It was a book that interested me, but I didn't tell him much about it. She was smiling, she actually looked good, but I don't know, this is a place I saw for the first time and I don't know this girl.
We had to enter the playroom together, I didn't want to, I couldn't leave my mother, where would my mother stay? Was he going to leave me? What if he leaves? I don't want to stay in an unfamiliar place with this girl I don't know, I'm scared... Even though there are a lot of toys, the worries in my head scare me.
When I didn't stop crying, the therapist girl allowed my mother to stay in the playroom with me.
He said something to her that I couldn't hear. She remained calm and affectionate, smiling. I got angry and clung to my mother. The first session was spent pulling my mother out of the room, I cried, the therapist girl understood me, she expressed my feelings to me, she devoted every second of her time to me, I was the only center of attention, but still, I wasn't getting what I wanted and we wouldn't leave the room, this situation continued until the end of the session...
In the next sessions, I was not crying anymore, but I was very careful, I was quiet, I preferred to play in a small area with some toys I chose, I immediately collected the toys I played with, I was nervous, but gradually I believed that this was a safe environment and this girl's sincerity, I guess
A How many more sessions passed and now I could play in the room as much as I wanted. I distribute it, she is not angry with me at all, and my mother does not leave me and enter, she waits inside.
When our time is over, we go to my mother's, everything seems to be fine, my fears have gradually decreased, I started to include my therapist in my games. I come willingly, I think I love her...
yes, yes, I do.
I loved this girl.
In a safe environment, I can express my fears and reprocess them and put them in that place. It gave me the opportunity to solve problems in an environment. I think they cooperate with my mother and do whatever is necessary for me.
I am a loved and cared for person.
Realizing this was so good for my little heart
- I am my child
- I am free here
- This is my free space
- My playroom
- I cannot harm myself or anything else. as long as I can't give it away
- How I want, whatever I want
- My colorful world where I can reflect
- I can play
- My colorful world where I can solve my problems
- I'm glad I'm here
- I'm so glad I have my mother
- I'm so glad I have this therapist girl
- I'm so glad my world is surrounded by
- So many good things
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