Feb 5, 2013

from others to me to you to you to me . . . level 5

From a Blog I found on the internet some many years ago.
It has always been a hit because it simply shows one method of using this tool in a 121 situation::



“So, Michael, how are you today?” I asked my client at the beginning of our treatment session this week as I placed a copy of the “Blob Tree” in front of him.
blob tree black white
I learned about the “Blob Tree” (created by Pip Wilson and Ian Long) in graduate school where one of my clinical supervisors used it with a group of clients who had aphasia (an acquired language disorder as the result of a stroke).
The beautiful thing about the “Blob Tree” is that people can use it to communicate how they are feeling, even if they cannot articulate it verbally. I loved the “Blob Tree” from the first moment I saw it and immediately added it to my arsenal of treatment materials. After I graduated, I took it with me out into the workforce, even though I wasn’t going to work with adults who’ve had strokes. Instead, I use it with children who have Autism.
And little Michael is a young boy with Autism.
“Hmm,” he said as he studied the tree I had placed in front of him.
blob tree Michael
This one is me,” he declared as he circled one of the Blobs, then he smiled and genuine joy sounded in his voice, “This one is me because I’m so glad you’re back!”
The Blob he circled was smiling and had its arm around the Blob next to it.
My heart melted at Michael’s unexpected response and sincere happiness. Michael was the only client I had served before Snuggles’ birth who was able to remain on my caseload when I returned from maternity leave.
“Oh, Michael,” I replied, “Thank you!”
blob tree Heidi
Then I circled the Blob next to his and responded, “This one is me, because I’m so glad I’m back, too!”
Michael suddenly looked in my eyes and we shared a moment of shining smiles and mutual joy.

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