My dad is a pediatric cardiologist and a workaholic – instead of hiring babysitters, he took me and my sister with him to the hospital. From age 5 to 13, I spent about 20 weekends of every year and several weeknights in the pediatric ward of the Medical College of Ohio. Sometimes I watched movies with kids who had cancer, sometimes I played tag, often I would sew dolls for the secretaries. I would consider this my first exposure to what therapy is.
In high school, I went to a clinical psychologist and a psychiatrist for a year to help with social anxiety. I continued going to therapists as I started college. I got to see a wide variety of psycho-therapists, from students to professionals. My favorite was a student at the University of Alabama.
I’ve also personally experienced physical therapy for two different injuries.