By Irene Cronin . . .
To the therapeutic encounter I now bring
Uncertainty, with an almighty ring,
Fears and anxieties, I never knew,
Old wounds, forgotten, somehow grew.
Layers unfolding daily,
And all the different interpretations, really!
Are you not getting it? I hear myself say,
A distance, much more than two meters away.
What’s at hand? Our social GGRRAAACCEESS?
Could this explain our different paces?
Curiosity starts creeping in,
As I try to make sense of all this din.
I am very aware that my safe base,
Has shifted to an unfamiliar place,
And it is from here I am joining with families,
Through a screen, could this be a series of calamities?
But what I am finding are many positions,
Engagements that require a range of revisions,
There are problems, restraints, possibilities, resources,
Literature, guidance and online courses.
But nothing replaces asking the family their views,
If they had a choice what would they choose?