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Personal Biases Essay

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Personal Bias and How It Can Impact the Therapeutic Relationship When I started thinking critically about this assignment, I realized that I was stuck. I couldn’t think of a single bias that I could possibly have against someone but then it donned on me that I would have to go deeper and understand that biases can come in many different forms. And since I am not a professional therefore have never provided therapy to someone on a professional level, I am virtually unaware of what my potential biases are. So to solve this problem, I decided to think about my personal experiences and document the ones that caused me to have any sort of negative emotions about.
The main bias I thought about was alcohol abuse. I have dealt personally with this …show more content…

One of my good friends became alcohol dependent at around the age of 18 and entered rehab last year. Because he was so young, we were very close, and I was young, his alcoholism projected onto me and it became a norm for us to get drunk during school or in the mornings or binge drink all weekend. He went away to college a year ahead of me and I was relieved and thought that I can finally focus on myself and the negative effects of alcohol would go away. But then he tried to kill himself and was dropped right back into our hometown …show more content…

When I was a sophomore my mother was diagnosed with cancer and as a result, I have spent most of my college career dealing emotional with the result. She is free of disease as of right now but it was a long and tumultuous journey to get there. I practically spent 2 years without a mother because she was so sick and I had to take her role. I organized family events, cooked them meals when I could, did their shopping all while going to school three hours away and having constant fear that my mother and the love of my life was going to die. That is only my personal struggle with it, not even taking into account her trauma or my fathers or brothers. It almost seems selfish to reflect on this because it was nothing compared to what she was going through. I went through stages where I was horrified and so scared and then I was angry and selfish. I wanted my mother back, I wanted her to make me dinner when I came home from college and send me care packages again. I wanted her to go shopping every weekend like she used to and spend money on things that weren’t hospital bills. I wanted to call her and hear something other than how she couldn’t get chemotherapy that week because she was so weak and was rushed to the hospital for a blood transfusion. I was tired of talking to people about it and people asking if I was okay. I felt like a broken record, “Yes, I’m okay. Yes, school is

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