The Skeleton Cupboard: The Making of a Clinical Psychologist

Product Information

Over three years I was given six six-month placements, structured to provide a complete training experience across the age span and full spectrum of mental health issues by the time I qualified.

I understand that Tanya Byron wrote this book from the point of view of her 22-year-old self, but she comes across as arrogant and unlikeable. If I knew nothing about psychotherapy prior to reading this book, I would be terrified to accept treatment from a mental health trainee. As a clinical psychology student myself, there are a few things I feel I must point out. Tijdens het lezen van de inleiding merk ik gelijk hoe gemakkelijk de schrijfstijl leest. Zoals naar mijn mening terecht op de achterzijde in een quote vermeld staat leest de gehele tekst als een roman. De bewoording komt absoluut niet hoogdravend over, zelfs de vaktermen van klinische psychologie zijn dusdanig beperkt en worden soms als ze wel voorkomen in de tekst verklaard. Dit spreekt in positieve vorm voor de schrijfster, laat haar persoonlijkheid zien, haar wil om haar beleving volledig over te brengen en je voelt haar betrokkenheid bij de zaken in het boek. Met een pure oprechtheid voor haar patiënten en ook met kritische blik naar haar eigen kunnen heeft ze met respect een bijzonder goed boek geschreven. Tanya Byron was just twenty two when, after graduating with a Bachelor of Science in Psychology from the University of York, she moved to London to begin training as a clinical psychologist. For three years, Byron divided her time between studying at the University College London while completing a series of six month clinical placements in various settings within the National Health Service. The Skeleton Cupboard, subtitled 'The making of a clinical psychologist', is a fascinating account of the challenges and triumphs Byron faced during that period.The training took place within the National Health Service, and I spent time in hospitals, clinics, mental health units and GP surgeries. I saw patients referred to me by many different specialists in health and mental health – people struggling with acute, chronic and at times profoundly debilitating mental health diffi culties. Some were mildly impaired, others dealing with long-standing difficulties. Occasionally there were patients who presented such a degree of risk to themselves or others that they had been sectioned under the Mental Health Act. In the epilogue, the author talks about how she intentionally wrote the book in a younger, arrogant and naive version of her. Fair enough. But as a 24 (I really forgot and cannot be bothered to remember her age) year old master's student doing her dissertation, I highly doubt that her cognitive process and vocabulary was that of a 14 year old. Here are just a few examples of her weird narration: It was a wild place a place of heavenly debauchery. Beautiful men wanting beautiful men and beautiful women watching those excellently sexy girls who wanted something more than the sexy boys. Ondanks dat het misschien niet altijd gemakkelijk voor me was om dit boek te lezen kan ik toch zeggen dat ik content ben met het feit dat ik het boek gelezen heb. Het heeft me weer een inzicht gegeven op verschillende vlakken. Bijvoorbeeld hoe confronterend de opleiding tot klinisch psycholoog kan zijn, wat het doet met degene die de opleiding volgt maar ook hoe patiënten geholpen kunnen worden als de juiste klik er is of juist niet als die mist. Tenslotte is iedereen mens maar zijn de hulpvragen divers net als de uitkomsten. The narrative of The Skeleton Cupboard combines Tanya Byron's experience of clinical training with her personal and professional development.

Skeleton in the Closet (1965 film) (also known as Secrets Behind the Wall), a Japanese film by Kōji Wakamatsu Mistake number three: if you ever feel out of your depth, then find a reason to leave and leave. This is a job, not a calling. If you want to save with self-sacrifice, then find a nunnery.These two old people supported each other to the end. She died in her husband's arms, by then he had retreated entirely into himself, into the hell of a never-ending concentration camp.