W received some mind-boggling news yesterday. She drove to Jackson to meet with a therapist with whom she's partnering in a recent 'situation' at our church. She of course is more or less lay-counseling since she isn't licensed, and everyone's aware of that fact (an important legal consideration, natch)
Well, when she met with P, the therapist, he more or less offered her a paid internship* by which she can work toward her state license, have liability coverage, and get licensed supervision so that all her hours count. Now, she had never met the man before, and he basically met her with the offer. She thought they were going to talk about the clients!
Coming from CH, where W had to scratch and pull and strain to get even a modicum of help with her degree, where she payed upwards of $80 per hour of supervision, where the average response to her repeated requests was "eh? How old are you? You expect what now?" . . . this is a thunderbolt out of the blue. It'll force us to make a few decisions, but we are thrilled.
(*by "paid," I mean, she gets a percentage of the hourly rate he would charge his clients. She won't be raking in the dough by any means, but it'll pay for gas at least.)
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