Confessions of a Student Counsellor


At the time of this writing, I have one semester to go before completing my Master of Counselling degree, and I am sixty-five hours into the one hundred required hours of counselling contact hours of my student placement. I am still unsure as to who has received the lion's share of therapy during these sixty-five hours, my clients or me?

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