Saturday, 13 November 2010

thank you kai



{photo: my sister and i..just after having lunch in one of the farm/restaurant in one of England's countryside }


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i had a big booboo this week, and the first person i turned to was my sister. she wasn't able to help on the matter as it was my stupid mistake and there was no turning back, but she was quick to my rescue.

and again, she helped me, in reconstructing the archive of my blog. for some reason, the old template, which was beautiful (thanks Mai) wouldn't show the old entries. i tried remedying the problem by tagging the entries its month and year, but if there was more than 7 entries in a month. you click on a month for the archive, only the latest 7 entries are retrievable. as im too embarrassed to ask for another retweaking of my blog as the designer did for me before, i i just had to revert back to a freebie template from blogger so i don't have to ask favors from my very talented friends who are busy in their lives too=)

i guess, i should stick to something easy and that's something i could do for myself (or my ever dependable sister Ana).

all's well that end's well.


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My sister and her friend Monica, have a new venture/blog. Its an ezine called MadMag...go visit their ezine and enjoy their features.

i'm so proud of my sister. she's the mommy of the house while our mama is having a mini vacation in her hometown to see our grandmother and celebrate their fiesta. Ana cooks and takes care of the household like an old responsible adult.

She is mature-minded and kindhearted and never petty. sigh, its true what they say, sisters really are better versions of ourselves.

and i miss her so.

Thursday, 11 November 2010

the PaDI group

where i am is tough. great, but tough.

the first week i was there, i was asked to organise a therapeutic group which uses an activity to alleviate symptoms of mental health illness.

sounds great.but its not as simple as ABC. i dont organise a group just for the sake of.

i have to justify the therapeutic aims, goals, use of an outcome measure, and of course, i have to reason out the use of that kind of activity to use the activity as assessment tool (which means, when they're doing the task, they are being observed/discreetly of course, and outcomes are measured before and after each session to see if there were a therapeutic justification).

and be original.


if you are familiar with psychiatric dysfunction and Occupational Therapy's role, then you would be familiar with alot of arts and crafts, and recreational activities used as an assessment tool in a group. so what else could i do?,me thinks.

there already is a creative writing group. there already is the creative arts and crafts and the cookery group.


so PaDI was born. Photography and Digital Imagery group, my project.

two and a half weeks of research, working out the logistics, writing the aims and objectives, and client-centred goal assessment measures. basically, blood, sweat and tears for someone who has little time as me.


its a 5 week therapy group, 2 hour session every Thursdays and Fridays, composed of 5 clients ranging from different diagnoses, ranging from bipolar, anxiety disorder and depressive mood disorder , clients whose functions have deteriorated due to their illnesses.

the clients are so diverse ranging from a graphic designer (M, a mid 40s female), a games entrepreneur (E ,early twenties male), a published photographer (T, male in his 50s), a nurse (D, an early 40s male) and an admin executive (S, a late 30s something female), or they were before illness got to them. previous roles which they are unable to undertake due to breakdowns in their mental health. which means they are highly functioning individuals, they live in their own homes, but come to the centre for these therapies. they are just unable to perform previous roles due to crises in their mental abilities, so they cannot perform their jobs, their roles as mums, or they are socially isolated due to their anxiety to go out, and totally have left them without any self-esteem.

so why would a published photographer want to be in a basic photography course ran by me (who has just learned to know which button is which on my camera?) why would a graphic artist want to learn digital imagery every friday afternoon?

first, because they are unable to do so this moment in time. they have lost capacity to do the simplest of task. and secondly and more importantly, the goal is to develop social skills, decrease their anxiety /panic (and meltdowns) in social situations/groups, develop self-fulfillment and re-learn or learn new skills (if they haven't already) in a fun learning environment. these people forgot somewhere,somehow, how to have fun.

(bored,yet?)

these people were handpicked to join this group because they are at a level they could understand the medium used, and are able to follow through the sessions in terms of learning and to manage their time and have a higher level of problem solving and routine. (although i also handle a lower functioning group, those who dribble and pick their nose in the middle of the table, or come to a shop wearing their undergarment on top of their clothes? but they are in my coffee morning group--basically to learn social norms and propriety and follow through simple day-to-day routine).

plus, these people also are interested in photography, to be asked to join, as it would be no use if they find the group uninteresting and has no meaning to them. (e.g. a person who is depressed and who is not interested in arts and crafts would not be asked to join the glass staining activity group, because they would end up killing themself out of boredom if its not something they would want to do. it will just depress them more).

all my 5 clients are interested in photography and its something they could relate to either because its job related to them, or something they enjoy. so we use it as a therapeutic tool.

two and a half weeks of hard graft on the research, making the structure of the sessions, has commenced today. doing my lesson plan and researching photography books, interacting with them and asking the clients to come to the sessions, and preparing the equipment needed, have today come to a head.

so far, today was a first day success.




this was us today making the most of the afternoon sun to do the practical session.


the OT assistant who was observing said,she saw some mood improvement and interaction between the clients. that alone is a testament how photography can be very therapeutic.






my clients are interesting and creative people. and it can get intimidating because some of them are more learned and more qualified than me, but i am not there to make photographers of them. i am there to facilitate a therapeutic activity to aid them in alleviating their symptoms ,and hopefully they will use recreational activities like these to relax them and give them the instant lift.


tomorrow, friday will be computer use/downloading of their work, putting them in files and naming files. simple as that.

a little digital manipulation (cropping, levels, curves and temperature adjustment on photoshop), nothing scary, just for them to get some sense of accomplishment of doing a task that they get to complete, whilst learning at the same time.

and they will have to share and talk about their work, and need to get into interacting, asking questions,and critiquing their own work. they are not critiquing others' work because this should be fun, and not competitive. ENJOY is the buzz word in the centre,if i may remember,and thats how photography should be.

the number of 5 clients is just perfect too, for the time allocated, and the attention i could give them for a one-to-one,if needed. just right

today, it was raining the entire day. i was rushing in the morning, and there were accidents on the road which got me stuck in traffic when i planned to be earlier than normal so i could prep for my group, but alas, traffic got me.

but you know what, i was blessed. by 2 PM, the rain stopped, and sun came out. it was still cold yet it was dry and there was sun, that was just pure blessing for our first session.

and it rained again by 4PM just as we were just going back to the centre to wrap up the session.




and after 5 weeks, there is an exhibit of everyone's works in the foyer of the centre and a graduation of some sort for undergoing a Basic Photography course.

and i cant believe, its my name signing them off on that certificate.

talk about sense of accomplishment, this is more of my therapy as much as theirs.


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its alot of hardwork and brain scrunching (and fun too).

but i think, i will come out a better and more confident as a clinician after this.

well, let's hope so.:-)

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

sausage and mash, fire alarms and hoola hoops




there were 4 of us..penny and sarah couldn't make it. penny: due to an emergency crisis and sara: due to hubby being away in gibraltar.

so there were the usual suspects. myself, eve, tash and lisa.

we had sausage and mash (big portions) for dinner, crisps and choclits for pre dinner, cappucino-and-biscuit-afters and some hoola hoop competition.

and while the sausage and mash was being prepared, the fire alarm kept going off. the fire alarm people kept ringing and asking if everything was ok. it was, except the sausages were a little overdone,lol.

we chatted about our love lives, career, plans,holidays and christmas parties.

and they also told me off for not having been available to come and join them the last few months.

i reasoned out: "but thats life, we all have our moments when we need to prioritize something more urgent". but they could always catch me on my phone if there was an emergency of some sort.

they let me off.


since everyone's weekends are fully booked, we decided to see one another on a weeknight. *it gets like this just about christmas time or just nearing christmas, not alot of people have spare weekends for catching up*

its a night worth spending less sleep for. catching up with your girlfriends is always an energizer to fill up our tanks.

until the next chitchat session.


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obligatory iphone pics..Top to bottom; Left to Right


talking about future holiday plans, pretending drunkenness,serious discussion about men and finances

Tash telling us about her new man, Eve battling with the hoop and glorious bite size choclits for in between stories.

ahhh girlfriends. i couldnt live without them.

Monday, 8 November 2010

the last few days according to my phone






(Top: L-R)

*beach afternoon, eating rossi's ice cream celebrating a morning volunteering (teaching music and dance for Mencap: a charity association that cares for the mentally handicapped)

*package from bestie Kharla, who never forgets to send my philippine products . no occasion. just because she's that thoughtful.

*a dinner for Thilak who just got back from the US and decided to come back and live in the UK. he said he wasnt enjoying his life in the US as he was working too much. as he is a married man, he needs to have the balance, so he's back in the UK.

*cheese and wine. still for Thilak's dinner.


(Bottom;L-R)

*on the way to church yesterday, Big Ben

*London eye

*that photo is for my brother, Roi..I love the St.Casimir's church. It was international mass at Westminster Cathedral yesterday. different countries were part of the mass.

*and since November is month of the souls, i asked for mass to be said for the following souls..my papa, my uncle Bongbong/mom's brother, Adrian's parents, my uncle Bebot/mom's brother, Mimi's dad and my uncle Diko..



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just finished downloading some printable puzzles and quizzes from the internet which i needed for my coffee club tomorrow. and while waiting to print them, i could not stop my urge to blog and read blogs.

oh well, some people are beyond rehab,haha. addict!

goodnight. dont let the bed bugs bite.

Sunday, 7 November 2010

what we need is LOVE




as cliche as it may sound, we all do need to feel we are loved.

eversince i've started specializing in mental health work, there are so many of the clients i work with whose illnesses and symptoms exacerbate when there was the threat of losing the love they have or lost their self-worth because of a trauma that they felt all love has abandoned them.

sad, but the reality is, when we feel our life experiences, (past or current) can jeopardize this protective emotion for ourselves, our mental health is affected.

one of the clients ive assessed, was a handsome man in his 40's who used to be a successful businessman. he had a big trauma of a road traffic accident, and ended in ICU for a few weeks wiht 50/50 chances of survival. but none of his family saw him nor visited him (they didnt know how to deal with it), his partner left him whilst he was in hospital, and his only brother texted him to tell him to not bother to call. ouch! he felt as if he had no one, no family, no girlfriend, no friends (he withdrew from them, as he was scared he would lose them too). he lost his confidence,and his self worth was rockbottom, and now he is depressed and has lost his business as he was unable to deal with the public. now,he is well physically, his stitches have healed, his spine fixed, but his heart and soul just shattered to pieces.

all he needed was a hug from his love ones. he had so much anger and pain, he wanted his world to end.

i just wanted to hug him, and tell him to wake up and smell the roses. but of course, he couldn't see that yet. or better, call his family and tell them to get their gear in act. but i am not allowed that either.

his friends should have come around, and visited him no matter the amount of refusal from him to not see them. (my friends in this country do that, i'm so blessed that i have friends who will break down the door if i start refusing relentlessly to not see them. unusual really for their culture. but it happened when i was so down when my father died, my friends arranged with adrian so i could go and see them. im blessed with a family too that never wavers. and of course, my friends back home in cebu, wouldnt wait for me to say NO to them, they would just come over and drag me by my hair if i even dare to think of not coming, so i could have fun,haha...counting my blessings today because of that).

his friends, should have made sure,he was ok. and made him feel even more loved. his family should have too, but for some reason,there are so much going on (emotionally) they werent able to.

i feel sorry for him, because he lost himself,when he thought he didnt get the love he wanted.

and my job is for him to be able to function to his best potential in society, and in his day-to-day activities as a person. yes,he will still be mentally ill, depressed and anxious, but then,he could start reintegrating to society and be able to perform his duties as a man/businessman/son/brother/friend.

there is hope.


and he is only one of the hundreds that we see in the centre who fell ill because of the loss of love.


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you can imagine the rollercoaster journey of my days. one-to-one assessments with a person, can be tearful, uncomfortable, sad, and all emotional. but when it comes down to treatments, we do groupwork-type treatment ranging from creative activity (glass painting, collage making, etc, mostly craft-related), creative writing, relaxation treatments, or a coffee group which could mean many laughter-enducing activities and some real bonding moments. in a day, i could feel so sad (because of the stories i hear from a patient's life story) and in the next treatment, i could be happy as larry, enough to think that i could be the same as my bipolar clients,haha.

it is indeed hard if one has no rest nor focus. i could end up needing therapy myself. so i disciplined myself to get enough rest, and not to forego sleep (we always tell clients to get enough rest as it could be a trigger for a relapse of their mental health) but instead prioritise it.

(i have to remind myself to talk about my experience of facilitating an Anger Management group; how scary were the revelations there. it made me think, that there's anger, and then there's ANGER. it deserves a separate blog).

i promised myself to balance as much as i could, and put blogging as the bottom of my priority for the next few weeks, but i also promised myself, to make me a happy bunny, i need to blog at least once a week. since today i woke up late at 10:30am, i feel, i deserve a time to spend on my blog as of the moment without feeling guilty of lacking sleep.

time be damned. i could recoup sleep tomorrow night.



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i have so many wonderful stories from where i am working. i am so blessed to be enriched by this experience, by their stories. im just a blabbermouth who wants to blog about it as writing them down makes a lasting lesson learned.


{photo:nottinghill area, corner portobello market}