One of the recent changes in my life has been that I terminated OT.
This wasn’t a spur of the moment decision, it took me a few weeks to come to terms with it.
I knew something was off when the copay really started to annoy me. First I thought it was because of the changes Corona forced us to make – there was no group OT for almost two months, individual sessions always were possible, but I changed to telemedicine for a few weeks. Later, all kinds of therapy took place in the office again, of course under strict Corona protective measures, but I was ok with that.
In my individual sessions I finished weaving a basket, in group I drew the picture above. But I felt irritable and unsatisfied all the time.
Finally I got it: I was bored. I expect therapy to challenge me. Everything would have been alright if I just wanted to have a good time with nice people, but I want more. Our analytical group is another story, it’s sometimes almost too much, but that’s a story for another day 🙂
For the last years I didn’t have these therapy goals. I felt comfortable for a long time (about three years) as it was. In hard times OT helped me organize my days, but I don’t need this anymore. In the first weeks I enjoyed my free Tuesday afternoons and Friday mornings extremely. This feeling has worn off a little bit of course, but I still don’t miss a thing. Right now I don’t plan to fill this free time with something new, but I am sure something will find me eventually.